Neverwinter Forest My Fifty-Mission Cap

Simmik's comment caused him to laugh- but it was a dry and brittle sound that fell away when he realized she wasn't trying to be funny. He suppressed his chortle and simply made as though he'd been trying to clear his throat...Smoothe recovery, Jackie. He sat up a bit straighter, then, as though to present himself as more of an asset though the taller her sat, the more thin and angular he looked. If he'd only had longer ears, he might've looking a very large jackrabbit; his narrow physique and bobbed tail definitely fit the bill, anyhow. 

"I'm a good hunter, and an excellent scout; You won't find one with a better sense of direction than me- nor will you find one that'll cover distance as quickly as I can." He boasted, and for once in his life, he actually looked as though he fit some sort of a role. With his lean body and long legs, he was built for both speed and endurance, carrying as little excess weight as possible, and sporting muscle that was as lean as it could possibly be. "The sense of humour and charm are merely....Perks." He grinned.