[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] [@Charnobylisk] [@Lucius Cypher]
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	Kyra perked a brow as she looked over the man standing in front of her before turning her attention to the inside of the building. He seemed harmless enough and a little timid. After the fight the two women had just gotten finished with she doubted one would pose much of a threat. He looked orcish but not fully. That actually played in his favor. Orcs rarely had anything to do with half breeds so she doubted he was a scout for the groups that had been attacking so far that day. 

	[color=a187be]"I see, well then you may come inside. Be warned though, try anything and I will leave you as dead as every other orc that has dare drawn a blade on me today,"[/color] she said flatly as she stepped to the side and opened the door a little wider; waiting for him to enter before closing it and locking it up.

	She knew she would have to go out to the road after a time to scout for the wagon and the rest of her companions but she figured she still had time. Even without the rain she would have had a moment to spare, with the rain she figured she could at least let her cloak drip a little longer. 

	[color=a187be]"I am Kyra, and why are you out in these parts?"[/color] she asked as she stepped over to the hearth that was now alive with warm flames; stepping to the other side of it and rubbing her hands together to warm them.