Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140515235543

"Believe me, partner, when I say that I know exactly what you mean," Camo said with a hint of melancholy. He had pulled his arrow out of the dead Beowulf's skull, but the tip had been blunted so badly upon impact that it was just about useless. (One down,) he reminded himself. (Only two left...This'll probably be the only hunt I go on until I get more arrows...Here's hoping these pelts are worth half as much as Tanner lets on.)

After placing the ruined arrow in his quiver to discard later (because littering is wrong), the archer pulled out his knife and knelt down next to his quarry. "I'd assume that we'll skin the beasts here," he answered to Talen's question. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not strong enough to haul this thing all the way back to the camp. So...care to educate us on skinning a Beowulf, Tanner?"

((By the way, I'm sure you can just skip to the part after they've done the skinning, if you'd rather not elaborate. Just know that I'm going to introduce the bigger fish in my next couple of posts; it's time for Camo to be put in his place.))