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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Forest clearing, campfire
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora/Rowan [@mole] Zora
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
[color=265828]"Hmmmm..."[/color] Following these people around weren't the satisfying answers Barrock wanted, but it was what he expected. He wanted to see something a lot more reassuring, something that felt like rebel activities or that he was working towards a goal. But he'd take that answer for now. 

[color=265828]"Nothing happened."[/color] He grumbled. [color=265828]"I caught sight of my kinship several times, and nothing has changed in my absence. The same gluttonous beasts I left behind."[/color] 

Most orcs never learnt. Some like that clan that favor peace and cooperation were the only exception, but even he couldn't stand them. They often fancied themselves as enlightened orcs, which he considered self-congratulatory nonsense. Some looked at him no different from the orcs of his clan, which told him all he needed to know. They might be more civilized than normal orcs, but they weren't anymore than the rest, and would be subjected to just as much biases. 

He noticed Aurora saying something was approaching, and while Zora joked about her brother's controlling tendency, Barrock could sense something too. Not physically, his danger senses were tingling. He clutched his sword close to his thighs, one hand on the hilt and one on the sheathe. [color=265828]"Ready your weapons..."[/color]