Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140402135956

"Go to hell, Al," came Camo's voice from somewhere overhead. "Less risk of me being mauled while I'm up here...Plus, if I'm going to be any use on this little escapade, it's as a spotter, not a combatant. Low on ammo, remember?" That last bit had an extra jab to it, just for Al; they were clearly still not on good terms.

As for Talen's remark, the archer told him, "It comes with practice, Doc. Just mind your surroundings, learn your habits and the effects of your presence, and you'll pick up on it soon enough." As he watched for any disturbances around them, he collected a few fallen branches from the boughs around him and started working them into makeshift skewers, whittling the ends into sharp points with his dagger. They'd be handy in a pinch, just in case he was forced to engage an enemy...

((Which, of course, means that I intend him to engage an enemy at some point. And by "engage", I mean "stealth-kill".))