[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The burnt house
                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Himself & Everyone else 

Calanon smiled to himself as he listened to his new companions conversing and getting along. He'd had friends who would die for him before, and he would do the same for them. But then again he had also seen townsfolk at their wits end ready to teach each other apart in order to escape an indirect and less immediate danger than their fellow man. He frowned as his thoughts drifted to Talem, and having to watch his friend die being under the spell of the curse. He gripped his arm, and the intensity of his gaze directed ahead would have caused some pause if there hadn't been a knock at the door. 

He moved as Keystone did, and had an arrow drawn in his Recurve even as the burly man signaled for warning. Calanon's expression changed not at all, from concentration upon his past to concentration on the present. His midnight blue eyes flashed like steel, his fit body ready to loose an arrow at a seconds provocation. Brogach's head has perked up as well, body tensed.

"[color=00ff66]A half Orc?[/color]" he asked softly aloud as the door opened. [color=a2d39c]”Hello. N-My. My name is, Ntaj. Please to meet you.”[/color] the half breed said uneasily. He looked formidable, but acted rather meek. Calanon still held his bow and arrow at the ready, but his expression relaxed somewhat. He'd see how this played out first. His new companions seemed formidable as well, after all. He glanced at them as he waited.