[color=a2d39c]"Vir sulahn'nehn, vir dirthera. Vir samahl la numin, vir 'lath sa'vunin'."[/color]

Orchid sung the song of his people as she traveled with the caravan. He had found them not too long ago during his adventures, one of the few people who did not attack him immediately on sight. He had grown to like the group, even if he doesn't really know anyone well. Still they allow him to eat with them, fight for them, and they even give him shiny coins! He knew he needed coin to buy things since not everyone wanted his furs, so this suited Orchid just fine. The only thing he didn't like was how much alcohol the caravaneers had. Orchid never liked the smell or taste and felt that it was poison. Good to numb the pain or on cold days, but for stuff like that he'd rather have medicine and dry fur, respectively. 

Orchid was sitting in a wagon sharpening his machete when the caravan was coming to a stop. He was somewhat surprised to see that they were camping right now; there was still plenty of sun left in the sky. Normally they didn't really set up camp until dark, unless... Unless there was trouble ahead. This made Orchid smile. While the half-orc was not what you'd call a "violent" man, he did enjoy a good fight. The blood, the fury, the clashing of steel and the screams of the fallen... It really awakened his wild side. Jumping out of the wagon Orchid went up to Addio, the caravan leader and cook, to listen what he had to say.

Addio said that something had gone bad up ahead, and Orchid could see what happened. Something was on fire and there was a dragon in the sky. Addio was even giving them the permission to go check it out instead of staying at the camp, though some could if they wanted to. Orchid took out his machete and raised it into the air, giving a hearty warcry. [color=a2d39c]"Waaaaargh! Fight dragons!"[/color] Getting pumped up, Orchid waited to see who else was going with him. Even if he had to go alone Orchid wasn't going to let that stop him from running into the thick of things.