[color=007236][center]Lob[/center][/color]
[center][b][color=007236]Location:[/color][/b] The Road
[b][color=007236]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Half-naked bard.[/center]

Lob watched her fall and sniffed at her to make sure she was okay, but oddly did not help her up off the ground. When she took the blanket, he dropped to his more familiar stooped method of walking.[color=cf5300]Lob... you're so sweet.[/color] This caused him to sniff himself then lick himself in confusion. He didn't smell or taste sweet, he tasted salty and ashy. [color=cf5300]Does Sundos know about this?? He could get angry if you didn't ask him to cut it for my head.[/color]

[color=007236]"On you, sun up. Give you, from him. You cold, him good, you warm. Him good. Lob hole, lob wear. You hole, you wear."[/color]

Lob's nostrils flared as he found a scent and took off for the nearest tree, up and up the uneven branches faster than anyone on a ladder could hope to be. Hanging from the boughs, he took in the air again and slid his hand over some scrach marks in he bark still tacky with sap before dropping back down the two stories to the dirt road again.

[color=007236]"Bear."[/color]