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[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] The air is cool outside but the stench from the Kraken being released from the caves known as Keystones Arse still lingers in the air.
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Most of the townsfolk are utterly disgusted and gagging while a few are searching for the one who caused the stench; wishing for him to teach them how to drive away the hoards of Orcs with such an arseblast. 
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Within and Outsite the Crossed Swords Tavern – depending on if you chose to make your “constitution check” :P

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	"That my good sir is what happens when you mix too much ale and stew with a deep breath of sewage," Femnal groaned slightly as he leaned against the wall of the tavern; still trying to catch his breath. 

	He would have shot Keystone an [i]eat-shit-and-die[/i] look after his laughing but he was far too tired to do much of anything at that moment. He actually hurt from the expulsion and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed himself and get a good nights rest. That would have to wait though, he needed to clean up first and even that would have to wait for now he needed to regain at least a little bit of strength before he began the trudge to his private quarters within the tavern. 

	Cremwise on the other hand was not going to stand there a moment longer than he needed to and wished to clean up as quickly as he could. This night had turned out to be a bit more adventurous than he had anticipated and part of him wished that he had just set out alone and let the orcs come in they may. It probably would have been a much more pleasant experience in the end than what had just happened to him. Turning he looked over at Persephone and her compatriot. 

	"You will have to excuse me, I need to clean up. I will be leaving in the morning, I hope you two will join me. If you can, please see if you can recruit some others to come along with us. That archer from earlier would do well I think and perhaps even that fellow who caused all this in the first place. If he can do that without trying, I wonder just what all he can accomplish if he put his mind to it. should at least make for a good show," he added with a huff before walking off. 

	The stench in the tavern was still great but it would just have to be dealt with for now. With it airing out slowly, it was becoming slightly less insulting to the senses than the smell of the vomit that covered his features; only in the slightest. He just hoped that what ever the man, known as Keystone, was up to in the kitchen would help to take this smell out of the tavern. He liked the place and it was the only decent watering hole within the town. Would be shame if his old friend Femnal had to burn it to the ground.
 
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Inside the Crossed Swords Tavern
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Ash and Lob
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	The dire wold had wasted no time after telling the half-orc to sit and stay to run off, eventually coming to the opening of the tavern and whining slightly as the full brunt of the stench his hit senses. He had smelt it from the stockades but he still hadn't imagined that it was going to be this bad. Scratching at the floor, Kyra perked a brow as her eyes fell onto her [i]pet[/i]; it was unlike him to come near such places and it worried her. 

	Slinging her things over her shoulder she wandered over to him and became even more perplexed as Ash nipped at her clothing and began to tug her out of the tavern. She had thought it was just to get her away from the stench but apparently that was not the case. Ash kept pulling her towards the jail she had been at earlier and then around to the back. Several guards following, wondering what the woman was up to but they had seen her earlier speaking to the constable so they did not stop her as of yet.  

	Kyra was quickly made painfully aware to why Ash had brought her back here, the man in the stockade itself. Sighing she knelt down and looked at the half-orc sitting there. She had dealt with them in the past, some were kind, some horrid; if Ash was pulling her to him then she had a feeling he was anything but a threat to the people of this village. 

	[color=a187be]"I'm Kyra, who are you?"[/color] she asked as she looked at the creature. Kyra looked nothing like someone that Lob had spoken about earlier but there were undeniable similarities. The scent alone of Kyra was very similar to another; her clothign seemed to be woven in the same manner even though Kyras covered much more flesh. Even the rangers bow, thought painted differently was obviously of the same craftsmanship as anothers.