[h3][color=00a651][b][center]Malkus[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=00a651][b]Location:[/b][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=00a651][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Sitting in a corner[/center]

Malkus was just getting comfortable when an owl landed near him. He pondered if it was the same one he saw fly out of the building a little while ago and was considering eating it. But before he could even touch a dagger the owl turned into a woman. Any titillation he would have normally gotten for being around an elven woman was lost due to her sudden appearance and slightly deranged look. He could [i]smell[/i] crazy off of her, or perhaps she, like Malkus, simply hasn't had access to soap in a while. Either way Malkus reacted with fright. [color=00a651]"Shatraug! Leej twg yog koj?!"[/color] Malkus spoke rapidly in what seemed to be a scared gibberish, but was more like mangled orcish. 

The moment she appeared Malkus gave a shout and jumped back about ten feet, still on his butt. He had left most of his stuff by the fire and nearly assumed that the woman was an enemy until Kyra implied she knew her. Granted she didn't know [i]why[/i] this woman was here, but that would at least mean that Kyra knew she was here. Not that it made Malkus feel any better. He was fine if it was just Kyra here, but with this mystery woman here Malkus felt like he really did walk into a witch's den. And this woman certain looked like the type of woman who'd chop up people for her stew. But Malkus promised not to cause trouble so he didn't grab a dagger but he did go and get his stuff, never taking his eyes off the strange woman in case she tried anything.... Forward.

While he was so busy making sure that the crazy woman wasn't going to cut off his ears, he nearly missed Kyra's fruit. He looked between the fruit and Kyra, as if asking what she wanted him to do with it. Was she giving it to him? Was she being hospitable to a half-orc? Or was she just fattening him up for tonight's dinner? He vaguely remembered Kyra mentioning her companions. What if it was the caravan? What if it Sona was there? Suddenly Malkus got nervous and backed away. [color=00a651]"I... I can't pay for that. I'll just be over here."[/color] Malkus went to a corner the furthest away from the door and hugged his bag. He left his poncho and the cloak near the fire, which was fine with him. They were still damp and wet, and he didn't want to risk getting close to the crazy lady or Kyra . They said they wouldn't do anything to him, but he was a liar, and they could be too.

Maybe if he just curled up tight enough, he'll look like a barrel in the dark and people wouldn't bother him. To be beneath suspicion and let the dangerous people ignore him. He only wished he had a box to hide in, and maybe something to eat. [color=00a651]"Maybe I should have taken the fruit."[/color] He said quietly to himself as he watched the fire and those around it.

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[color=00a651]"Shatraug! Leej twg yog koj?!"[/color] - "Witch! Who are you?!"
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