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[kj1225]

Kyle nods before going to explore the camp further.

[CaptainMcClellan]

Well don't worry about the swimming bit, it's really just a small brook, and it's much closer then Senior Bunny guessed, forests distort sound, it's about twenty yards that way Rilae points.

"Oh... I'm not... my name isn't... drunk, what? My head hurts... I'm really drunk."

Moth stops to dry heave and spits up stomach acid beside a tree. ( +0.1 XP in projectile vomiting. )

[Prophet]

((XP gain approved.  ))

[Lyeos]

...Did he just call me a kid? Hey, man, come out here! Why the hell did you do that?

No response from the tent - a brief glance inside reveals that the man is gone, now. Whether he ducked out the back, used magic, or had a trapdoor is anyone's guess, but he's no longer there. Of course, Will did just ask Lytle a question, so it'd be for the best to drop it and answer.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

And no, the mission is not accomplished. I could care less, though.

[Prophet]

So what are you weird bunny man?

[Lyeos]

"I think Rilae is broken..."
Ammilek turns and plods over to where coatboy stands, then sticks her finger in his ear.
"Who're you. And what are you?"

[Prophet]

Rasheed ignores her finger in his ear. "Rasheed. Rasheed is Rasheed."

[Lyeos]

Ammilek pushes her finger farther into his ear and tilts her head curiously. If she could raise her eyebrows, she would. That said, if this thing was willing to put up with a little abuse... This was going to be fun.

"You're named after your own race?"

[Prophet]

Pulls finger out of ear. No. Rasheed is not. ((Because Zal made that comment i'm going to talk in third person.))

[Lyeos]

... Why wasn't it putting up with this? Ammilek found this thing's behavior unacceptable, and started waving her nub in it's face menacingly - the threat of splinters should teach it to behave!

"Then, what are you? Make sense or I'll give you splinters!"

[Prophet]

Rasheed is Rasheed. Stares blankly at Ammilek.

[Lyeos]

... The red blood running from the scratches on his face would certainly teach Rasheed to behave from now on, and the inevitable infection that came from the splinters would in all likelyhood kill him eventually. Never again would he dare behave this way around Ammilek! - except, she doesn't have the meanness in her to actually scratch him, so instead, she just sighs and lowers her nub.

"Okaaaay, what race are you?"

[Prophet]

Stares blankly. Rasheed is Rasheed. ((Yes I am doing this on purpose.))

[Prophet]

A tall shrouded man enters the clearing. You can barely make out his features after a few moments of focusing. He has red eyes, a rugged jawline, and a x shaped scar on the middle of his face. He is wearing a long black coat, black pants, and a pair of black boots. He is carrying a sword in its scabbard. ((How did I do this time?))