[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location: [/b][/color]Outside the Crossed Sword Tavern
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions: [/b][/color]Talking to a dwarf[/center]

The journey was, fortunately, largely uneventful. Because the group was constantly on the move when they were awake, Ntaj had very little time to do any hunting. The best he could do was forage since wild herbs didn't migrate. Though he did swipe a few eggs from some birds nest. For the most part he gathered enough supplies to last perhaps a week if he rationed and fed only himself. Maybe a day or two if he had to share with the group, but they seemed quite well supplied all things considered. Honey was oddly successful, always bringing in small game like rabbits or moles. Granted he already ate most of them, but Ntaj appreciated the gesture nonetheless. When Ntaj wasn't walking, foraging, or sleeping, he was carving a branch into another Totem Club. Just an extra one in case he loses his current one. So far he's whittled it down enough that it was a smooth stick and just needed the carvings.

As for his interaction with the others Ntaj didn't really do much. If they asked him to do something he did it and generally stayed out of their way. He did keep an eye on Thomas knowing that the talkative mage was bound to get himself into trouble with Kyra and Keystone, and if Sana was conscious she probably would have done something to him too. Ntaj did do his best to keep Thomas company however, giving him a friend in the group. Ntaj also stayed with Cyneburg for a bit but after a while he got the feeling that perhaps he was being awkward. Much for the same reason he generally stays out of orcish populations in human cities and other settlements; he worried that he was trying too hard to stay with "his kind", that is, orcish people. Admittedly it was a bad habit because he still missed home. If it weren't for the circumstances behind it he would probably have stayed in Dark Star, or at least sought his fortunes in another predominately orcish area. Indeed, if he hadn't found this group first he may have stumbled across the chief and his war party, Ntaj may have joined him and become another blade among his ranks. But no sense in worrying about what-ifs.

Ntaj did feel that things were too quiet however. He always kept watch at night and kept his flail and sword near by. He always slept in his armor too, only taking it off to clean it during stops. It wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep but after the last attack Ntaj had a healthy amount of paranoia. The undead didn't sleep after all and they certainly would have no reason not to attack a group of sleeping travelers. He was still pondering about that red mist creature that attacked them and kept forgetting to ask Thomas what he knew about it. Perhaps it was a special monster that Ntaj would never meet again, but if the group was going to dedicate themselves on eliminating this undead menace than better to be armed with knowledge. Despite all the preparations however, the worse they've faced on the road was mediocre weather and wet ground. Not even so much as a corpse to investigate.

Eventually the merry band of adventurers would arrive to the village/town known as Salarn. Ntaj knew very little about this place and it wasn't even mentioned to him when he was traveling through the area. Apparently this is where Keystone and Kyra found Cremwise for a job, which after a series of convoluted events and meetings brought them back with a whole new wagon load of friends and psychopaths. The town didn't seem so bad, though it didn't seem very active either. Even when he was traveling through unknown kingdoms ravaged by war villagers tend to be out and going about their business. But aside from a few peeking eyes from closed windows this place seem to have very little to no people. [color=a2d39c]"Undead get here first?"[/color]

But no, the undead did not arrive first. People simply weren't around to mull about. Kyra took the wagon to what smelled like a tavern: a classic place to rest. Perhaps here Ntaj could get a full night's rest and a feast! But that was just wishful thinking on his part. He hoped he at least had enough money left on him to buy a room. Since he usually slept outside he's saved up quite a bit, but most of it was gold coins minted in Dark Star. Hopefully they still served as legal tender outside of that nation. 

As Ntaj dismounted the wagon and made sure that no one would run off with the wagon or the horses, a dwarf came up to them. For some odd reason this dwarf didn't strike Ntaj has a native, though considering how little he knew about the town the half-orc might be wrong. However Ntaj's suspicions were confirmed when the dwarf mentioned he just recently came into town. His accent wasn't nearly as hard to make out as Keystones, though Ntaj was a bit slow to understand anyways. The dwarf asked what was the deal with the locals to which Satilla simply mentioned the undead. Nodding his head Ntaj chimed in. [color=a2d39c]"And orcs. Orc tribe near by, people scared. We try make people not scared."[/color] And by we, Ntaj meant everyone else but him. Ntaj can try and make a convincing argument, but between his broken common, questionable charisma, and his preferences for a direct and violent approach, the villagers were not going to be endeared to him.