While Izzy is sitting pretty in his tent and the Wanderer is tuning his guitar by the fire, Elliot is endeavoring to make progress on his shelter.

"Why haven't I got a tent that erects itself," he muses aloud to himself as he fights to secure one of the joints in the frame of his shelter. "What's happened here, is I've bought the wr-" THWAP

Very suddenly, one of the rods Elliot had misaligned snaps upwards and nails him in the nose, knocking him back a step and causing him to bring his hands to his face.

"Cocking, bloody, hateful, spiteful, stupid little-" Elliot's angry rambling is muffled by his own gloved hands as they guard the reptile's injured face. He looks at Fatima when she approaches, keeping a hold on the front of his snout. "I've bought the wrong tent. It is trying to kill me," he utters to the woman shrouded in cloth. He briefly removes his hands from his face, looks at them, and then places them back on his face. "It's killed me, it's already done it. I've got an open wound, I am going to catch an infection, and die in slow, abject misery."

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Snek OC from a while back; haughty nobleman who is very good at being a haughty nobleman and also swordfighting, but not much else. Text is an excerpt from a roleplay he was used in