Garrett is going to spend his time eating, drinking and sleeping.
(no craft skills beyond trap-making...)
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Sense Motive "No? No more? OK, your loss." He turns walks off while eating the rest of the wander meal as the Mite, no doubt, yells in protest after him. Garrett walks over to Leroy, watching as Zavier walks off. "Does anyone else get a little scarred when ever he talks... or looks at you with those... I think you would progress science eyes... or when he does anything at all actually?" Garrett visibly shudders. "Yeah he is a creepy one all right. I'm glad he is on our side... I hope..."
"The little guy must be hungry again..." Garrett says as he walks over to the Mite pulling out a piece of wandermeal. The mite watches Garrett as he walks closer. Garrett breaks off a piece wandermeal and as the Mite starts to complain, Garrett stuffs the piece of wandermeal in the Mite's mouth. "There you go little guy. Don't worry I have plenty," Garrett says smiling. Garrett then adds slowly, accompanied with exaggerated hand signals, "Would. You. Like. Any. More?"
Great fun. Thanks for not killing all of us. I finished the map finally... Just now in fact. I went into art-mode and set up all of my brushes and such. I am happy with the way it came out. The link is below, plus I shared it on my Google drive, plus its in Garrett's profile. The map really big, the size of a 8x10 piece of paper, so download the file to zoom in as you wont be able to read the notes without doing so.
Garrett will go with them not wanting to stay in one place too long. Survival:
Garret makes his way up onto the walkways of the battlements. He lazily walks the full length of the walls, hands crossed behind his head with a tindertwig in his teeth, taking in the view. He stops to watch the hilarious spectacle of Zavier... well being "Zavier," still not quite sure if its genius or just plain crazy. Then the thought occurs to him that maybe he is just not enough of a "genius" to tell the difference. He shakes his head, symbolically emptying his mind of distracting thoughts, and continues walking. He walks past one of the less damaged catapults, noticing the basket looks a lot like the comfy chair he used to have in his old place, minus the cushions of course. He takes a seat and watches the clouds as they slowly make their way across the sky. "Its not a bad day for a nap..." he mutters out loud pulling his cowl over his eyes. He folds his hands behind his head, adjusts the tindertwig into the corner of his mouth and drifts off to sleep.
This is my sniper... Need a new picture... |