[color=87CEE0][b]Quill[/b][/color]
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Quill was preoccupied with his own half-formed thoughts, he did not even notice the gargoyle that had landed near him. He was stirred from his thoughts when he heard some shout. He quickly glanced around, and noticed the construct and the authoritative stranger. It hardly took a second for Quill to adapt, as he had wandered into something more interesting. 

He felt the air begin to chill, however it took him a moment to react, as he begin to shiver and bundle his arms around his chest. He had traveled with many humans, and he grown accustomed to imitating their mannerism. He begin to shout towards the figure, and slowly approach him as though he was truly impeded by the snow and wind, [color=87CEE0]"Help, it seems as though as I have gotten lost. I was sure it would only take a moment to regain my bearings, but as I focusing, this monstrosity had sneaked upon on me." [/color] He did his best to feign fear and desperation, and if you would ask Quill he would say he did so masterfully. However, Quill had claimed many things that were not quite truthful. 

He paused, and slightly stumbled for effect, "I am just a hunter." he said, padding his travelling clothes as though he was looking for something. His hand motions became more frantic as he did not find anything. [color=87CEE0]"Oh no. Oh no. I must had dropped my gear. How will I feed my village." [/color] he once again paused. He then looked towards the ground and took a deep breath. [color=87CEE0]"Azhriel have mercy on my soul." [/color]

While Quill's actions may confound the priests of the other gods, his followers would know exactly why he acted as though he did. He was bored, and so he did something that would relieve his boredom, even if just for a moment.