[color=ffff00]"We would be a humble shame of a patrol if we'd stop doing our job now that it has become easier than it was before!"[/color] An-Hasst's natural light-footedness had allowed him to listen in to the conversation well before reaching it and he wasn't afraid of telling his opinion. [color=ffff00]"I mean that beast seems pretty dead by now, so unless they grow children a lot faster than a bunch of mice there should be one less out there by now, shouldn't it ?"[/color]

The Skayleigh had not seen anything like this before, but at least he could put up a good excuse with his homeland being situated at almost the opposite end of the world. Carefully he inspected his bolt that was still sticking out of the creature's neck, blood all around it. It certainly had done its job -- the question was if it would be able to do it again. He started pulling strongly, ripping out even more flesh as the barbs put up the intended resistance. Then he put the bloody thing into his bag. Only after a decent cleaning one could tell if the supporting structure had suffered any fractures upon impact or not.

An-Hasst crouched and took a breath, inhaling the smell of the Mantiraus. [color=ffff00]"Who is the fastest of us ? Maybe it would be a good idea to send someone a little further ahead to give more pre-warning time."[/color] Of course there were the drow to consider as well, but they could ambush a single person from range as easily as they could ambush an entire group. The only increase in danger lay in the possibility of getting captured he thought.

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