Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24416658-20140401171009

Tanner turned around to see Albastru and Talen. He grinned.

"Oh, hey pardners. Didn't expect seeing ya here." Tanner finished taking off the last of the Ursa's pelt, leaving a big, bloody, skinless corpse. He grinned.

"Don't worry, Al, you get used to it. I remember skinning my first Beowulf when I was a little brat. Boy, that was interesting." Th''ou urinated thy undergarments and consistently pleaded for thine mother's attention. Shut up, Knight, it was still an experience!''

"Yes indeed, Doc. I do this every now and then, when I need some more cash. More fun than a job, and just enough work for me!" Tanner took the skin, folded it carefully, and flung it over its shoulder.

"Ursa meat isn't in high demand, so I just sell the skins to those clothes and rug factories. They're Grimm, so there's really no hunting limit or season." Tanner started walking back to his makeshift hunting camp, where he had his tanning rack, tent, and currently doused campfire. He was planning to stay overnight, to see what he could get.

"Anyway, I'm kinda glad you guys are here. I've been thinking of huntin' myself a Nevermore, a big one. The beaks and feathers sell for quite a price with the rich and snooty." Tanner looked around.

"Say, where's Camo?"