Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150416143828/@comment-6006054-20150422000904

Ekrun glanced around for the bloodied strip of cloth. He could not quite see it, but what mattered is if the huntress did. He glanced down at his crossbow, then back up. If he were to reveal himself, he would need to be aiming it at the potential threat when he did so. Whether or not the huntress was a dragon cultist, poachers could face harsh punishment, and could react unpredictably. Thus he moved quickly. The claymore was thrust into soft earth, and he ducked down, scooping up the crossbow. "Please, let's keep this civil." he said. His voice was deep, and sounded somewhat pained. He did not speak loudly. The noise he had made getting his crossbow would have revealed his presence.