Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Scrag feels...odd. His left eyebrow raised up slowly, followed by his right eyebrow. Then both brows furrowed together as his face became a part-scowl and part-bewilderment. "Scrag not happy."
John hurridly pulls his sleeve down and walks over to Jakobee.
"where do you need light, warlock? I will shine it where you need it so yoou can keep your hands free for climbing."