Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-5543592-20160125151356

Oedipus was too annoyed with Garlan to be concerned. He always got stuck with the greenhorns.

The tribal glanced around, before moving to a tree, bracing his feet against it, and quickly scaling it grabbing for branches and digging his heels into the bark. Soon enough, he was standing on a rather large branch, his hand loosely gripping a smaller one above him from support, and from there he had an excellent vantage point on whatever was making that sound.