Spotting the glow of a campfire in the night and the smell of meat cooking draws you near... Inching closer in the snowed over forest, you see a small clearing containing a small cooking fire and a heavy bedroll, upon which a leather clad hulking fellow with a wild look on his face chews heartily on a roasted leg of what looks like a rabbit on the fire. A hunting bow lies by his side with a full quiver and a bastard sword is propped against the tree next to him. Your mouth salivating you inch forward and the fellow with the mouthful of meat waves you over excitedly, "Ho traveler! You travel these woods at night... not safe... wolves and kobolds and other nasty things travel at night. You have the look of hunger written on your face. Come, share of my food and tell me a tale that i may know your measure." he ends, while tossing a skin of some liquid and turning his strangely silver hued eyes on you while winking.
"Well .... I hail from the Northern reaches of ..." You feel a sharp pain in your back, your pocket feels lighter, and you faint ... you awake several hours later left with nothing but a crackling fire and a wincing pain
Waking up in the buff, Kril is shocked to realize he has been robbed yet again! Growling to himself and scoting closer to the fire to keep himself warm, Kril shrugs and whistles a merry tune as more travellers pass by with shocked looks on their faces. Waving in greeting, Kril says "Well met! Might i bother you for a scrap of clothing and a hand shake? Apparently my company was so good it was deemed necesary to rob me for a momento of our time together." After a second Kril bursts into laughter and continues whistling.
