The very poor Role Play Thread!

[twillÿ]

Twillÿ, the crafty rogue that he is, examines the man smiting the boars from afar.. tempted to go talk to the smiter, Twillÿ held back. Waited.

The person seemed harmless enough, as the boars were really not being affected by the smiting. Twillÿ leapt through the treetops, anticipating the exact moment to approach the man...*crack*...a branch broke underneath the rogue, his footing was not as pristine as he had thought.

*THUMP*

...the rogue lands a few feet away from the smiting man. "Hello there!", he said with a smirk, "Looks like you could use some help". Twillÿ shakes off the leaves clinging to his hair, awaiting a reply.