[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRy58bZNU4Q]The Sandy Wind Rages[/url]
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Len Duros stands atop the ramparts of the garrison, with the half-orc by his side. Both stare outward into the sandy darkness, in vain efforts that they might spot something amidst the swirling chaos. Goradh's bloodlust proved useful in the previous battle with the cave worms; his willingness to charge headfirst into battle showed that he was in no short supply of courage. Combat requires a sound mind amongst courage however, and Len recalls having to strike down a few cave worms that were gunning for Goradh while his back was turned. Regardless, the two of them coordinated incredibly well for hardly knowing one another and being thrown into such a chaotic situation. 

Fighting was Len's specialty, not wordspeaking, so Len was finding it difficult to break the grainy silence. Nevertheless, Len was a determined fellow and tried anyway.

"You fought bravely during that collapsed thorium mine incident. The vigor you showed was impressive, even for an Orc! Though I haven't seen any orcs fight prior to you, so that compliment doesn't really mean much come to think of it..."

Len was never one to break the ice well.