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/me laughed at Thikka's comments. "Too true, too true. But most predators do go after the smallest prey in the herd." he winked down at the ratfolk.
Darror hops up on the provided horse, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of hunting and getting a feast out of it.
Darror nods. "As long as it doesn't buck me, it's not food...but horse steak is good." The gnoll smiles at the ratfolk.
"Well the mouse girl and the huntress returned to the bar so that's where I'd go to ask them." he bowed and turned. "In fact I'm heading that way."
Darror's fur stands on end, hearing the Ixidor and Cyrdak speak of performing. "Well I...certainly would not mind the publicity...but I have never performed before." he smirked, wondering if he'd regret this but then again he wasn't saying no either.
Darror moves a bit closer, seeing a person cornered never meaning something good, he has a hand on his Morningstar just in case. "So what's going on here?"
Darror gives a respectful bow. "Alright I will be at the inn with the others." he sighed and turned on his heels trying to mull over everything that had happened.
Darror watches Thikka take off and shrugs, trying to not smile but he was actually enjoying the fact he just crushed a skeleton and was getting wrapped up in a mystery. "Well the first person to talk with would be Father Zantius...particularly on if the former priest was carrying something that'd be very bad in the hands of the wrong sort people."
Darror nodded. "Exactly my thoughts...something very bad."
Hello? Is everyone alive?
Darror nodded. "Has to be they were looking for something and found it. I find it hard to believe any goblin wouldn't desecrate every resting place it could if not guided to a specific task."
Darror taps his claws on the glass of one his bombs as he thinks. "Well it's not impossible as it just happened. The more important question would be why are there undead here."
The gnoll grins as he sheathes his Morningstar, quite happy with destroying a skeleton in one blow. "No sign of a goblin but the dead were not resting quietly."
"Oh joy...worse then goblins" Darror moves forward and takes a swing at the closest skeleton.
Darror moves up to the door and gives it a firm shove to see if it's locked.
Darror draws and pats his mace into his palm, deciding his bombs would risk too much damage. "Anyone else able to see in the dark?" he asked as he stepped up to lead the way with his darkvision.
Darror cracked his knuckles, grinned, and spoke with a bit of optimistic sarcasm. "Goblins aren't trying to bite me and no one has shot at me, so I'd say the day is going smoothly."
Darror licks his lips "I like this sheriff more already." he would eat heartedly and then return to his room to make new bombs for the day and an extract of shield to make up the bombs and extract he used the day before.
Darror tapped his fingers on the bar counter, having a feeling he was getting drawn into something. "I will need to do some quick preparations first." He wasn't going to just outright say he was going to make a couple bombs and infusion in his room.
Darror scratches at his ear, not used to hearing the word 'hero' describe him. He especially blushes under his fur at the 'expanded' retelling of yesterday's events. Not about to tell the whole truth the gnoll speaks. "To find food, shelter, and run errands for the caravan outside of town." He spoke plainly.
Darror eats the wonderful spicy meal and enjoys every bite, fighting the urge to not tear into it, and keep using proper utensils. By morning with his belly full of food and drink, he is snoring loud enough to be heard outside the door until the Halfling wakes him up. He grins at the nervous Halfling and then sighs, wondering if she was scared of him. Him listened to her and yawned loudly before swinging his legs out of bed. "Alright...I'll...get dressed." He spoke with some concern wondering if this had something to do with him trying to find Jubrayl Vhiski yesterday before the goblin attack.
That's cool, I'm still here as well.
The gnoll sheathes his mace and dusts himself off trying his best 'I'm not a savage monster' look and grins at the offer. "Free shelter, it's the best offer I have ever been given." he shrugs. "Of course I'll accept."
Darror will take the coins and potion of cure light wounds. Patting the bottle for luck before storing it away.
Darror pokes the dead warchanter with his foot. "Might as well look the snot droppings over, they may of tried to pocket something interesting in all the chaos." He leans down to examine the warchanter's gear.
Darror smirks seeing the bear maul the goblin and looks at the warchanter in goblin:
"You are all mine squeaky." He then charges to try and crush the warchanter with his mace.
Darror will draw and chuck a bomb at the warchanter.
Seeing combat getting to muddled with allies and goblins, Darror pats his mace into his palm for luck and then charges the goblin dog.
"Hey you flea bitten runts" Darror taunts in goblin commando as he moves within a good throwing distance and tosses a bomb at the commando and his mount.
Darror growls at the sight of the goblin killing the dog, "Alright time to burn snot droppings."
Darror pulls out a glass vial and pats it in a 'reassured' manner. "Well why not? Can't let the goblins have all the fun." He then starts towards the gate.
Seeing the goblins dead Darror moves and picks up the sorcerer's knife before turning to offer to him. "The trick with these things is in the wrist friend...also aim for the big balloon head full of teeth."
Darror smiles a sharp toothed grin at the sorcerer. "Good show." he teases and pulls out and drinks his extract of Shield. "Now...back to trying to improve these goblin's looks."
Yup *wags his gnoll tail* I'm still here.
Darror continues to fight with the lone goblin, trying to turn it into goblin paste with his mace.
goblin: Darror growls as he swings his mace downwards.
"Sit down!"
Sounds okay with me.
Yeah works for me.
Give him till Monday then go for it Nathan? Anyone else okay with that?
Goldmyr you okay?
Seeing the two goblins attack the humans and the few not running including a ratfolk trying to engage the goblins even after he said to get away, the gnoll turns to the one on the table and shouts at it in goblin. "Hungry little mutt, chew on this!" He then throws his fire bomb at the goblin.
Darror snarls at the goblins and pulls a vial out of his belt and starts swirling it around, feeling the heat build in it. "Everyone get clear of the snot droppings!" his voice comes off as demanding, but he doesn't want to catch anyone besides the goblins in what is about to happen.
Darror takes the idol and looks it over before putting it in a pouch in his backpack. He then hears his stomach growl. Grinning at the irony of it, he follows his nose and the crowd to the biggest attraction offered by the Rusty Dragon Inn.
Darror takes the 'goblins' and starts to throw for the 3rd hole trying to get the most points.
He silently blames the butterflies being released for messing up his last two shots, but plays the good sport, bowing and accepting his score.
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