[center][color=00BFFF][h3][u][b]Magnus Arhakaine[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
[sub][color=00BFFF]Location:[/color] The streets of Salaran
[color=00BFFF]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra, Ntaj, and Nor[/sub][/center][hr][hr]

	Both the huntress responded they were interrupted by a half-orc (who this time really was a half-orc) who described the situation succinctly, if not eloquently, then introduced himself as Ntaj. 

	Magnus took a moment to ponder Ntaj’s words, scratching at his beard absently as the rusty ol’ cogs in his head did their grinding. Undead in the forest, attacking the Orc tribes that had been assaulting Salarn? Now that was news. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that somebody out there was playing them. But who, and for what reason? Mysteries within mysteries, all conspiring to give Maggie the headache of a lifetime. 

	The headache wasn’t helped by Kyra. If she wasn’t the most boorish woman he’d ever had the increasing misfortune of coming across, he didn’t know who was. When you could learn a thing or two about social grace from a half-orc, then it was time to enrol yourself in an etiquette class. Yes, she and her compariots looked haggard and beaten, and they may have been tired, but that’s no excuse for being a [i]dick[/i]. Well, maybe it was a little bit of an excuse to be a little bit of a dick, but Magnus’ was under the growing assumption that the huntress was always like this, superior and bad-tempered towards all and sundry. The growing desire was to snap back, fight fire with fire.

	[color=00BFFF][i]Easy now. Just like Pa always said, ‘a quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough’.[/i][/color] He took a calming breath, unclenching the hands that he hadn’t realised had curled into fists. He glanced at Ntaj, deciding that maybe just the once it would be better to deal with the person who [i]wasn’t[/i] in charge. 

	[color=00BFFF]“Sarcasm, my that’s refreshing.”[/color] He couldn’t help growling at the huntress. He was still human, after all. [color=00BFFF]“Nah, think I’ve spent enough time in your glowing company. Just let him know that the dead ain’t crawling outta their graves. Someones digging them out. Seems a wrinkle worth noting.”[/color] That said he turned to follow Ntaj back towards the tavern. 

	On the way they were accosted by a Dwarf, one who was apparently a barber, or at least seemed to be if his offer of a shave and a haircut was anything to go by. A look of mild disgust mingled with fear crossed Magnus’ features, and he took an unconscious back step from the Dwarf. Shave? Haircut? He’d spent months cultivating this beard, and his warriors braid was the work of years, a sign of his prowess and the pride he had in his sword skills. Like hell was he gonna let some eager little man hack away at them with a rusty razor! [color=00BFFF][i]Besides, strangers with knives getting that close to my face is a big no-no for me.[/i][/color]


	He moved on to join the half-orc in the bar, and dropped a handful of coins, ordering himself another mead. This time he chose to give Ntaj sometime to feed and water himself before accosting him with questions. [color=00BFFF][i]Might be judging Kyra a touch harsh. Maybe execution was my problem first time around.[/i][/color]