[@drewccapp][@Jollan][@Lotrix Molick]
With a small smile and nod, Anrak took the bible back from Kistal's hands, his eyes expressing a silent gratitude for the satyr's understanding. 

However, just as he was about to return to his work, Kistal's final remark caused the massive man to suddenly freeze, as he whipped around in fear to check on his food; only to find it was near perfectly cooked.

Turning back towards Kistal, he responded with a low, angry growl, [color=brown]"Never. Joke. About. Th' food."[/color]

Then his precious roast burst into flame.

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After spending a large portion of the night working on his armor, Anrak slept like a rock through the whole ordeal of the early morning hours.... What did wake him, was the smell of blood reaching his half-breed nose. Instinct immediately took over as the large man's eyes snapped open, his hands flying to his blade as he practically threw himself to his feet. 

Just as he was about to draw his blade however, he stopped.  Seemingly, no one else in the camp was threatened by the presence of the blood-soaked newcomer. Seeing that this individual was a Sylve, Anrak wasted no time in donning his helmet, and newly made armor.  The armor, was simple, but based off the design Anrak remembered his mother recounting the minotaur soldiers of [b]The City[/b] wearing. Having reused the material from his previous set of armor, he now had a chest plate, some pauldrons of leather and bone, and a battleskirt of especially thick leather slabs, cut into triangle topped rectangles, and sewn onto a belt at his waist. Thought he could not hide his physical appearance, Anrak hoped that his current attire was a far enough cry from what he used to wear, (or lack thereof) that he wouldn't possibly be recognized.

As he listened to the Newcomer's message, Anrak felt a twinge of regret; it was his fault the lass hadn't been there, and he doubted words from someone she saw as a phony would provide much comfort.

As Allanon called into the group, Anrak stepped forward to speak, [color=brown]"Aye been part uvah crew befur.  On account ah me size, aye can't say that sneakin' is somethin' ayem good at though."[/color]