Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-5543592-20160221221639

Scire came storming back into camp with Hawke and Zaydate at his flanks. He angrily threw Black Bow into the dirt by the fire, realised what he'd done, and then hastily picked it back up. He did snap the bowstring off though. It was obviously useless.

Crimson eyed the Dunmer with a raised brow. "You find anything good?"

"No!" Scire protested, sitting down in a huff by the fire. "Nothing.  It's like... why are there no animals in the jungle?  There are always animals in a jungle!"

"Makes sense, jungle-pert."

Scire blinked, halting mid-rant. "What?"

"Jungle-pert.  Because you're an expert on jungles."

Scire just shook his head, and went about pulling out a spare bowstring to restring his bow.