[center][h2][color=#0bda51]Calaphindë[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#0bda51]"Queer. That's a bear skull, goblins usually won't go that large of game...scavenged, probably?"[/color] As Reeva went ahead to scout, and the rest milled about considering their plan of attack, Calaphindë was seemingly transfixed by the skulls. Multiple birds, as expected; a couple deer, one goat, even a jackal—and also, occupying a spot of clear visibility, a bear skull. A bear skull that was, even more curiously:

[color=#0bda51]"Where are its teeth...oh, what?"[/color] Luckily, he hadn't been looking towards the goblins as Corinne's thunder was loosed, though he did look up immediately [i]after[/i]. [color=#0bda51]"They're out this early? Hmm...Can't have that."[/color] His eyes locked onto the disoriented archers to the back of the goblin 'formation,' dropping his spear in favor of his bow and drawing an arrow back as easily as he breathed.

One of the shrieks was silenced as one of the archers dropped to the ground, the shaft of an arrow sticking out of its neck. He nocked another, turning towards the next goblin—[color=#0bda51]"Oh, hey, that one has a necklace with a bear tooth on it. Wonder what that's all about?"[/color] He drew and shot once again, chatting away as he thinned the goblins' numbers.