Nodding his head Orchid picked up the Kobold, carefully not to hold him too close in case he was still awake. He handled the kobold like he'd handle any other small rabid animal: ready to kill it at a moment's notice. He found a mostly intact barrel and looked inside, finding nothing of importance. Orchid dumped the kobold in the barrel and used a near by pile of firewood to keep the lid down. Orchid shortly debated just killing the thing while he was out of sight, mostly to get his rope back, but chose against it. There really wasn't time, and he's already dallying about piling wood on the barrel. With that business done, Orchid went back to the group. [color=a2d39c]"We go? We go."[/color] Putting his harpoon away, Orchid took out his machete. While his weapon wasn't as long as the warrior's greatsword, Orchid's cleaver was no humble bushwacker; his blade looked like something you'd use to butcher a dire bear. And that's more or less what it was made for.