There had been no doubt before that the orc and himself could be of ample use to the people of Greenest, but a faint grin tugged the edge of his stubbled jaw at the pledge of an elven huntress whose lithe hand pocketed her humble flute to her side, the instrument sliding as easily as a honed dagger to its companion sheath. She introduced herself as "Trear" with a particular confidence to her person, adding after that the dragon would become one of the things she hunted following this turn of events. It was at this time Brannor removed his golden eyes from his shoulder where the bronze wood elf had come to idle next to, moving the fingers of one sizable hand to the wedges between the other, settling the thick fingerless leather gloves he wore.

A soft voice caught his keen ears despite the idle chatter of people preparing themselves, lending him pause enough and turn about to witness a small woman approach, stepping up to the group of outdoorsmen. For all the softness and delicateness of her frame and the fact she bore no real armor, she had a dedication and interest that lingered in her blue eyes.

[i]”Count me in! My name is Parum, and I’ll accompany you to save the village and find out why the dragon is here.”[/i]

Brannor was not the most intelligent of men, wiser than most he knew, but he too knew better than to dare judge anything by appearance alone; the halfling's lot were a fearless, noble hearted sort, skilled enough too compared to most other folk. So it came not as a shock to see that she pledged herself to aiding Greenest as well. The beast of a man knew not what she was capable of, his orcish and elven company clear enough so, but he was not about to turn down another companion when facing down a dragon's game.

"Good." The man remarked contently with a rumble to his voice.

[i]"Waaaargh! Get ready, fight dragon, make new stuff!"[/i]

And the orc was off, setting himself to stocking his supplies - only those essential - and returning not too much longer thereafter. In the time between however, the man was content to run the silver surface of the necklace's pendant between his fingers, mulling over the dull glow of the firelight that was the town and the swooping of the dragon's outline that silhouetted like a ghost in the ash from time to time. The caravan was alive with activity despite the man's apparent idleness, many languages and even a chant of some strange tongue incited other troupes.

It was, in its own way, comforting to know that these men and women were not content to let the ill hour consume others, let alone them.

By the time they set on their travel, leading the incursion and headed by the orc warrior, Brannor drew up the tremendous blade that had rested across his back from the loop that carried it. The greatsword, bound about the crossguard and hilt, bore worn brown leather and strange, crude engravings up the latter half of its fuller and likely under the binding; it was a sizable weapon, even for the man who bore it, but he held it with comfortable strength in one hand as they approached the town, the other remaining free for the time being. Both moon and sun lit the sky ever so faintly, but the mixture of ambient firelight and darkness proved not too great an issue.... for now.

"Strange..." Brannor's voice came under his breath as he followed behind the orc, witnessing the lack of townsfolk and the containment of fire. Either the dragon seemed to have remarkable aim or something odd was afoot; owing to either case, the hackles of the man were raised and he slowly shifted the tremendous sword into both hands, the travelling fall of his boots becoming lighter on the dusted earth.

[i]"Hello? Who here? No one dead?"[/i]

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Try as he might, the illusions of the smoke and flames, made searching the town through sight alone a difficult matter, attention drifting wherever the orc before him was not; a tactic not unknown to hunters of some experience. All the same, Brannor strove to open his other senses, to call upon smell and sound more than any other where his eyes failed him, but as odd as things were here now in Greenest, he wondered if at all there would be any result to these efforts.

"Seems the dragon might not be alone." His deep tone uttered to those behind him, looking to both Parum and Trear, noting the strangeness that the doors had seemingly been broken down.

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