L'expression de Rimau tourna un peu mal à l'aise quand Mysaren commença à parler du transport, ou de son absence. Ne vous méprenez pas, Rimau n'était pas paresseux du tout, peu importe ce que les types de macho-swing d'épée a dit. C'était juste le temps dont il s'inquiétait. Cela pourrait le rendre erratique, une pensée qui était suffisante pour le distraire du commentaire de Mysaren sur sa petite blague. Ou peut-être qu'elle l'a distrait de son malaise.
"D'accord, eh bien... marchant c'est, je pose." Il concède, frotte l'arrière de son cou. Bien sûr, elle a dit qu'elle pouvait trouver autre chose, mais quelles étaient les chances? Les chevaux n'aimaient pas vraiment le vieux lézard, de toute façon, ils ont toujours travaillé autour de lui pour une raison quelconque. Trois cent trois ans et il n'avait toujours pas compris pourquoi.
"Je devrais avouer, je ne suis pas trop grand sur les montagnes." Il a dit avec plus d'honnêteté. "Trop froid. Zizz, on devient vraiment énervés quand il n'est pas chaud et sec. Ce n'est pas personnel si je commence à critiquer la vie elle-même. Plus tôt, nous n'arrivons pas là où se trouvent ces idiots, te dirait-il? » Il a finalisé, rétablissant son optimisme précédent. À juste titre, bien sûr. Entre lui et cette dame, il était sûr que ces idiots n'auraient aucune chance. Même si elle n'était pas si bonne.
En plaçant sa pipe maintenant vide à sa place sur sa ceinture, Rimau a traversé le sol en bois, maintenant un peu plus clair, et a balancé son long cou par la fenêtre. Il toussait légèrement, car il avait l'impression de s'enfoncer la tête dans un bol de terre et de trébucher des rochers une fois qu'il était par la fenêtre. Même si la ville avait l'air plutôt propre par rapport à la Taverne... une autre chose bizarre. Il semblait aussi beaucoup plus lumineux à l'extérieur quand à l'intérieur, mais quand en fait à l'extérieur Rimau a remarqué qu'il était couvert pour la première fois.
"Eh bien, je suppose que c'est la chaîne de montagnes..." Il a dit, en pointant ces montagnes visibles à l'est, juste au-dessus des murs de la ville, et en agitant pour que Mysaren observe de son autre main. C'est la seule chaîne de montagnes en vue. Qu'est-ce que vous pensiez?"
Name: Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku
Race: Zizz (Human-sized Bipedal Lizards, leaning more towards Lizard than Human; think Dinolfos, as opposed to Argonian )
Gender: Male
Age: 303
Occupation: Hunter, Tracker and occasional Mercenary.
Personality/Interests: Rimau has a rather mercenary approach to life, who desires nothing more than an easygoing job that pays well; preferably one that makes use of his prime talent of 'shooting things'. He's actually quite friendly and chatty if you can get him going, though he has a rather dark sense of humour; he's the sort of fellow who finds flailing burn victims kind of funny, especially if he caused it. Though he can easily come across as cranky and senile (he has a habit of rambling incessantly and ranting about random things), he's actually quite intelligent, at least on a tactical level.
Appearance Details:
Body build: Possesses a rather lean musculature; is quite fit for his age, but that's not saying much.
Hair: What sort of Lizard has hair?
Hair colour: See above.
Skin colour: Dull, dark green. Can appear quite cracked and dry in places due to his age.
Eye colour: Orange.
Height/Weight: About 5'0'', but appears shorter since he's usually hunched over. Quite light.
Notable Features: Has about four 'whiskers' coming off his chin and jaw that resemble a beard. Also has two bullet scars on his chest, near his heart.
Clothing Description: His dress sense could be best described as 'eccentric'. Despite not being an aviator at all, he wears a black leather aviator hat with accompanying goggles, with a set of colourful feathers stitched to the side. He also wears a matching fur-lined leather vest (with the head of a mechanical dinosaur and the words 'Gekko Gras Muriak' stitched to the back), and a bandolier for holding bullets. Aside from this, the rest of him is bare; after all, his kind needs a lot of space to absorb heat. He doesn't have any visible 'equipment', either.
Equipment: He has a belt on which he carries assorted items necessary to make his special ammo, such as gunpowder for explosive hollow-point ammo, oil for incendiary ammo, and so on. Of course, these supplies are limited.
Weapon(s): His weapon of choice is a Repeating Revolver Rifle affectionately dubbed 'Skrin-Ko' ('Smart' in Zizz language). Like most Zizz technology, it is utilitarian in appearance and made of blackened metal and darkened wood (sort of like this), and has a custom scope attached to the top (made from an old telescope). He also has a machete with a splintered handle, which he uses more as a tool than anything else.
Powers: Nothing here. Born on the same level as the rest of his kind.
Abilities: As a Zizz, he possesses a tough, scaly hide that is considerably harder to penetrate than human skin. He also has an enhanced sense of smell (from his tongue) and sight, which is particularly useful for his line of work. The Zizz also have the ability to heal from injuries faster than other species, though due to his age it takes over a week at least, and he can no longer grow back entire limbs or anything similarly major.
Talents: Crack shot with a Rifle. Has shot people from a mile-and-a-half away (or 2.414 kilometres). He is also something of a handyman; besides repairing Skrin-Ko, he can also jury-rig his own ammo and construct and place an assortment of traps (such as Bear Claws, Trip Mines and anything else he can think of), provided he has the right materials, of course.
Magic: While he has no magic of his own, he once hired an enchanter to magically bind Skrin-Ko to him; this means that no-one can fire the Rifle but him. His machete is fair game, however.
Miscellaneous Notes: His name, 'Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku', translates to 'Rimau, son of Rimau, times twelve'. It's not his full name.
Due to the nature of his work, he often takes medicine to keep him awake for extremely long periods of time. As a consequence, when he's not working, he is something of a heavy sleeper.
He prefers warm, sunny, dry climates. He becomes infinitely more grouchy in cold or wet environments.
He particularly enjoys smoking various herbal substances with a pipe. Keeps him calm and alert.

Sessamaru: "Nice kid. He ain't gonna get far if he don't get more realistic about the ol' warfare, though. Plus, he eats like a Pig."
Historia: "Textbook youngster; friendly, wants to travel, real naïve... she'd better shape up or she'll end up a Sunday roast, heh."
Saha: "Boy, I'd love to hang her picture on the wall."
Katelia: "I like this girl... she ain't got an ounce o' hospitality in her, but fun to watch. Remember to not shoot her cat."
Julio: *cough cough* "Whaddya mean that's a guy?!"
Azzrix: "I can't believe the Rodent ain't been put on the choppin' block yet. What kinda thief acts like this?!"
Margaret: "I see a bit o' myself in this lady... but she's got a long way to go before she can shoot with the best of 'em. Even with that fancy Crossbow."
Naida: "Well, if it ain't my favourite Sprite bartender? I dunno if there's a cocktail she can't make!"
Drubbins: "Most Ogre dumb-asses ain't good for much besides easy target practice. This guy... he's somethin' else."
Mysaren: "Somethin' ain't right about this kid. She's nice, but... nah, probably nothin'."
Tahira: "Not bad, but a bit lackin' in humour, when all's said an' done. I don't think I've ever seen her laugh!"
Claire: "Never 'eard of 'er. Is she a looker?"
Viggo: "Boy, lemme tell ya... Blunderbuss next to the ear drum? That's frickin' Opera compared to the drivel this kid calls music!"
Rouen: "This dumb-ass is pretty funny to listen to. 'Specially his precious Dukedom. The pinnacle of order, huh? Yeah, it's a frickin' circus compared to Tarzblik, kiddo."
Felan (Human): "I dunno 'bout this kid. He ain't a dumb-ass, but he ain't exactly fond of hunters, either."
Felan (Wolf): "I ain't never seen a dog that big. I'll have to clear some space if I wanted to mount his head on the wall."