Sarvok
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Rogyam.

'Rogyam.'

It sounded like some primitive false god that one would find in uncivilized countries.

As Svarok took her time exploring the immediate area, she'd come across some odd looking plants. SHe was certain these weren't any particular plants she'd be familiar with back on earth. They well, looked too alien. She'd run her hand along the length. They seemed hard. Quite so, all things considered. Perhaps she could make use of them? Svarok set about plucking a few plants. They were hard, a bit like bamboo shoots she remembered back on earth. Not particularly useful otherwise, though...but perhaps they were edible? She'd end up plucking a few and taking them with her, stuffing them into her pelts.

She grimaced at the rather...obscene looking plants with the foul odor. Doubtful that they were edible, but perhaps they might be useful in deterring animals from bothering her from the smell alone? She frowned, taking just one with her. Hm, perhaps she should just try and make an axe or something out of the stone and wood-

Her eyes met the goblins only briefly.

[color=aba000]"...hello-"[/color]

The creature bolted before she could say anything else.

Svarok briefly ran through her options. Chase? Avoid? Perhaps it might know something useful? She had no desire to hurt it...and information would be useful. Perhaps she could get something out of it, or if nothing else test out this 'Ingestion' skill on it.

So Svarok took off after the goblin, running full sprint after it.

[color=aba000]"Stop! I wish to speak with you!"[/color] She'd shout after it.

Doubtful it'd work.