[h2][center]GM-NPC Eural: Roc mission[/center][/h2]

Eural watched the two girls, a vampire and the leader, alongside the foxman braiding the plant vines together. Each one made a braid tightly and strengthening it until finally it seemed they had enough rope. Meanwhile he just leaned against wagon, observing until they decided it was ideal to move onward. Time was a key factor as his eyes caught the overhead sun dipping past the noon point and into the western position. It would be dusk and that meant twilight shortly after, something not advisable was to combat Roc in the late hours of the day. Already he had made sure Samson the horse was strapped up to the wagon and secure this time. Last thing he wanted was another escape attempt. Losing the horse meant they couldn't move the overgrown crossbow which made killing the Roc that much harder. 

Beside him, perched on the wagon edge, Eural could hear the chatter of the skull ramble on. The click-clacking was slightly nerve racking while he bite back his tongue at snapping at the odd item. He had been just about to tell the skull to shut up when darkness shrouded everyone. The piercing sound of the Roc and her wings flapping, the guide immediately lowered himself just under the cart's side. His mouth let out a soft hiss, head tilting to watch the large thing sweep by without sparing a glance in their direction. Silence drowned the scene until the skull's jaw clicked again, breaking it.

It vouched at what he believed was clutched in the bird's talons. His head snapped at the skull when he heard mention of the Roc having a mate and scoffed, “It's too late in the season for Rocs to be breeding. They mate in summer, not spring else they don't have enough food. In addition the male never stick around when the eggs are laid. I don't know where you're getting your information but you're wrong.” 

His hand reached for the skull, minding that it didn't get a chance to bite him, and tossed it at Liam, “Take him, I'm going to gather what rope we have done and load it up.”