Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160315160659

Percival nodded, catching the knife, but pondering if he couldn't use magic to blast some unsuspecting hare. Figuring that a fireball would ruin a pelt and an Ice-Bolt would freeze the animal into a solid block of ice it might be smart not to use magic in hunting. The last thing he wanted was to eat frozen hare while chilly air bit at his face. "I'm half surprised you can't throw your knife a long distance away right into an animal like some sort of dagger-thrower from a circus."

The Large mouse kept following them, impatiently dragging her tail along the trees they passed as if to mark a scent.

Clair quickly pulled back her arm, Ana's threat of skinning her still fresh in mind despite a good night's sleep. "Don't touch me! Oh, um.. I'm really sorry for shouting, just please refrain from whatever you just tried to do. And you didn't feel the twin aura's then." She pouted guiltily, walking in and spotting the radishes after a single sniff of the air. "So he was referring to these then."

Dunnel stepped a bit back to the wall, finding that with his frame and two more people entering the small hut it was getting very cozy with little turning room. He eyed the radishes. "What are those? Red turnips? Demonic turnips?"