[h1][color=beige][center]Kythor[/center][/color][/h1]

Kythor had dug into his stew while the halfling both explained the plan he had and corrected the tiefling. A sly smirk crossed his face for but the briefest of seconds, quickly disappearing as he spooned up another spoonful of stew. [i][color=beige]"I imagine it may be a bit trickier than that,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, [i][color=beige]"but the best way I figure we could take down this verbeeg would be to trap it."[/color][/i] Quietly, he mused to himself how one of the more expedient ways to deal with the verbeeg could be to poison the mead. Of course, the town would have little interest in having poisoned mead returned to them, so he gave that idea very little actual thought beyond the concept.

Setting aside his spoon, Kythor sized up the halfling. Jitter had said he was proficient in use with the bow, and shortsword. Perhaps he hadn't come here as unprepared as Kythor had initially thought. Still, they were a far cry from taking on a [i]verbeeg[/i] of all things. [i][color=beige]"Knowing how to use a weapon is quite different from mastering it. Besides, I imagine that the training earned in the city is quite different from that in the wilds. Out here, mastering your weapon of choice is how one survives. Even I cannot claim to truly have mastered the bow, although I have used it for most'a my life,"[/color][/i] Kythor explained. [i][color=beige]"Using a trap's a good idea, for sure, but I figure we're gonna need a bit more than that to bring it down..."[/color][/i]

[i][color=beige]"By the by... I don't mean to pry, but I've gotta ask. What brings both of you out this way?"[/color][/i] Kythor asked, leaning back and taking a swig of his mead. [i][color=beige]"I know you're here for research of some sort,"[/color][/i] he said, pointing to the half-elf sitting across from him. [i][color=beige]"But I don't know anything about either of you beyond that. This is some distance away from the luxuries and pleasantries of the southern lands, I hear. Warm sun, bustling taverns, hunting for sport instead of for survival..."[/color][/i] The tiefling gave a gruff chuckle and shook his head. [i][color=beige]"I figure it probably won't matter if we don't intend on all working together, but I would appreciate if the two of you humored my curiosity. I've always been interested in hearin' why people would choose to come up here."[/color][/i]