pathfinderq1
First Post
Hearing his current companion offer up for the race, the half-orc looks to the who else has volunteered and shakes his head. Speaking to the elf, "It seems me that the winner of the race would subject to quite a bit of fame. As much as the coin would help me, I'll decline. I'm not used to the attention."
Rikka shook her head, slowly. "I wish you luck in your hunting then, and if I hear of any demon on the prowl, I shall leave word for you here. Perhaps we will meet again..." Then she shouldered her pack, quiver, and bowcase and made her way across the room to where the others were gathering. She looked over the group, her gaze lingering speculatively on the dinosaur, and a moment later on the warforged. "I am ready."