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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 456092" data-attributes="member: 2292">Monday, August 14th, 518 AF, Continued Durhon pushes Yip in front of him, shoving him the last few feet until the kobold stumbles close the gnomes table.&nbsp; The gnome raises his face from his mug to glare at the kobold.&quot;Yeth?&nbsp; What do you want?&quot; he growls.Yip looks up at the gnome, the hate openly displayed on the creatures face.&nbsp; He glances over his shoulder at Durhon, but the dwarf simply give him a grubby grin and a thumbs up before heading off to talk to the black armored human.&quot;I am Yip, disciple of St Cuthbert, Warrior of the Tunnelhunters and vetran of the Trollmist campaign.&quot;The gnome looks the kobolds brown robes up and down.&quot;Tunnelhunterth?&quot; he snears.&nbsp; &quot;Do I look like a theif to you?&quot;&quot;No.&quot; Yip answers.&nbsp; He flounders for a few seconds, thinking of something to say.&nbsp; &quot;Can I offer you a drink?&quot;&quot;No.&quot;Another moment of confused silence.&nbsp; Yip is uneasy with the gnome strangers hostility, unaware of the ancestral hatred between them.&quot;Care to make a bet?&quot; he offers meekly.&nbsp; The gnomes ears perk up a little.&quot;What thort of bet?&quot; he asks, his eyes starting to gleam.Yip thinks of the skills he was trained in before the war, the trick of deflecting an arrow with his bare hands that he never quite got the knack of all the time.&nbsp; The gnome has a number of daggers hidden about his person, tucked into small belt-sheaths and bootsheats, hidden in the folds of his robes.&quot;You throw a dagger at me,&quot; Yip offers.&nbsp; &quot;If I catch it, I owe you a gold.&nbsp; If you hit me, you give me a gold.&quot;&quot;Doethn't thound like much of a bet.&quot;&quot;Well, think of it this way,&quot; Yip explains.&nbsp; &quot;You either earn a gold or maim me.&nbsp; Either way, it seems something that would make you happy.&quot;The gnome thinks on this for a second and finds it hard to argue the kobolds logic.&quot;What if I kill you?&quot;&quot;I'll take the chance.&nbsp; Consider it a bonus.&quot; &quot;Just one dagger?&quot; The gnome clarifies, &quot;Thrown like any other dagger I'd throw?&quot;There's a note of eagerness in the question that makes Yip concerned, but he tries to relax.&nbsp; His prior failures have always been with arrows or crossbow bolts, on the field of battle where his concentration was sorely pressed.&nbsp; Surely here, in a small tavern, he can deflect a single dagger thrown by a robed gnome no matter what the throwers skill is.&quot;Agreed.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 456092, member: 2292"] [I]Monday, August 14th, 518 AF, Continued [/I] Durhon pushes Yip in front of him, shoving him the last few feet until the kobold stumbles close the gnomes table. The gnome raises his face from his mug to glare at the kobold. "Yeth? What do you want?" he growls. Yip looks up at the gnome, the hate openly displayed on the creatures face. He glances over his shoulder at Durhon, but the dwarf simply give him a grubby grin and a thumbs up before heading off to talk to the black armored human. "I am Yip, disciple of St Cuthbert, Warrior of the Tunnelhunters and vetran of the Trollmist campaign." The gnome looks the kobolds brown robes up and down. "Tunnelhunterth?" he snears. "Do I look like a theif to you?" "No." Yip answers. He flounders for a few seconds, thinking of something to say. "Can I offer you a drink?" "No." Another moment of confused silence. Yip is uneasy with the gnome strangers hostility, unaware of the ancestral hatred between them. "Care to make a bet?" he offers meekly. The gnomes ears perk up a little. "What thort of bet?" he asks, his eyes starting to gleam. Yip thinks of the skills he was trained in before the war, the trick of deflecting an arrow with his bare hands that he never quite got the knack of all the time. The gnome has a number of daggers hidden about his person, tucked into small belt-sheaths and bootsheats, hidden in the folds of his robes. "You throw a dagger at me," Yip offers. "If I catch it, I owe you a gold. If you hit me, you give me a gold." "Doethn't thound like much of a bet." "Well, think of it this way," Yip explains. "You either earn a gold or maim me. Either way, it seems something that would make you happy." The gnome thinks on this for a second and finds it hard to argue the kobolds logic. "What if I kill you?" "I'll take the chance. Consider it a bonus." "Just one dagger?" The gnome clarifies, "Thrown like any other dagger I'd throw?" There's a note of eagerness in the question that makes Yip concerned, but he tries to relax. His prior failures have always been with arrows or crossbow bolts, on the field of battle where his concentration was sorely pressed. Surely here, in a small tavern, he can deflect a single dagger thrown by a robed gnome no matter what the throwers skill is. "Agreed." [/QUOTE]

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