<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Borpalface1.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Borpal</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9090583#msg9090583)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Elsewhere<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Borpal was used to taking jumps without knowing exactly where he was going to land. This was just a more extreme, and highly magical, case of the same. The fish rolls were long since digested, which was probably a very good thing. The past few hours were spent in silent prayer to the Lords of Mud and Water, without even a flicker of inspiration in return. It was their way.<br/><br/>After recovering his balance Borpal sat cross-legged on the floor and slowly pulled a long cylinder out of a quiver that was far too small to contain it. He unrolled the carpet on the ground and moved onto it. At a word it rose up to the height of Sweetwater's waist. More comfortable now on his customary perch the frog prince checked his repeating crossbow's action, counted his ammunition, and patiently waited for the more tricksy humans to complete their examination of the door. There seemed no other features in the room worthy of inspection, though he coasted quickly up to the ceiling to give it a once-over.<br/>