[Most of the time when someone asks Connal to hunt a beast, it's a monstrous creature like a hook horror or a manticore. Being asked to track down a little girl's missing kitty is a refreshing change in that regard.
What worries him is the trail takes him to the very outskirts of the city. Connal doesn't know if there's predators this far out, or if there are any predators at all on the back of a giant turtles, but if there are a defenseless cat would be an easy snack for a hungry animal.]
Here King Biscuits. I only want to take you home.
[Time that animal handling check.]
[My Food is Watching Me]
[When you come from a small town your pallet tends to be pretty tame. Meat and veggies used to be Connal's entire diet until he ended up in the Underdark. He never knew they were so many ways to cook mushrooms until then. Strange as it was there, at least his food never actively watched him.
Connal stares back at the fishy thing on his plate. The more it looks at him the more guilt builds in the pit of his stomach. Food should not have eyes.]
Connal Felwin | D&D OC
[Most of the time when someone asks Connal to hunt a beast, it's a monstrous creature like a hook horror or a manticore. Being asked to track down a little girl's missing kitty is a refreshing change in that regard.
What worries him is the trail takes him to the very outskirts of the city. Connal doesn't know if there's predators this far out, or if there are any predators at all on the back of a giant turtles, but if there are a defenseless cat would be an easy snack for a hungry animal.]
Here King Biscuits. I only want to take you home.
[Time that animal handling check.]
[My Food is Watching Me]
[When you come from a small town your pallet tends to be pretty tame. Meat and veggies used to be Connal's entire diet until he ended up in the Underdark. He never knew they were so many ways to cook mushrooms until then. Strange as it was there, at least his food never actively watched him.
Connal stares back at the fishy thing on his plate. The more it looks at him the more guilt builds in the pit of his stomach. Food should not have eyes.]
So...I think my food is still alive.
[It blinks at him.]