[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory: Just before Keystone and the Carvan.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color]A rather inquisitive Kyra and her hound Ash.[/indent][/center]

[color=bedded]"Err... Nice... Wolf..."[/color] A slight hesitation and fear in the young man's voice. Originating from an agrarian society, wolves were often seen as a menace to society. Livestock often fell prey to them and a new heifer or porcine would be rather costly to replace. Those sharp teeth, and large eyes didn't help either. Hypnotic eyes that stared back at you with an unnerving gaze. But this one seemed to be somewhat domesticated, or at least trained enough by the woman above him who still slightly frightened him a bit more than the wolf. Sure the wolf at this range could rip his throat out, but it probably wouldn't do so unless the femme fatale somehow told it to. What is she doing with that arrow? Oh thank the gods she only shot down a passing avian.

[color=bedded]"Nice catch." [/color]Thomas commented on the game bird, resting himself up against the tree trunk. His body still felt like he had been hit by a Dwarven mine cart. The Steam-driven ones, rather heavy, but far more useful in mines to extract ore than manual labor. Very interesting piece of machinery though, but Master Wolfgang never had Thomas actually visit one of those mines, too dangerous and Dwarves aren't usually fond of wizards. This was true, Thomas had scarcely heard of a dwarven mage, in fact, he has yet to hear of one. There were elven wizard-kings, great human magi, tricky gnomes and what not, even the wicked orcish shaman-priest-thing, but a dwarven mage was essentially almost a paradox. Oh a question? Well okay.

[color=bedded]"Err, well it's sort of embarrassing really, but after my party's most heavily armored guy... Who happened to also be our group healer was taking quite the beating, I sort of prepared an escape spell. There were four of us, just having fought through a dungeon of orcs. Well not an  actual dungeon but its was more like an encampment? Regardless, they didn't take too keenly on having their women trounced. Not that we could tell mind you, they looked very similar to each other, especially with the muscles on those women and they weren't very good looking by human standards so... We assumed they were the men and proceed to try and thin out their numbers in order to collect some gold from the request board."[/color] The boy brought his hand up to the back of his head and massaged the back of his neck. Better, but not quite recovered from the mental fatigue.

[color=bedded]"So after looting some goods, per the suggestion of the elven rogue in our adventuring party, we were searching for valuables when the orc men arrived back and decided to kill us all. That's the long of it at least, um, I created a spell that allows me to teleport a relatively short distance away in case of danger but, the side effects are a bit taxing. I'm going to have a terrible fever until tomorrow, and the spell warps me to a higher plane which isn't the friendliest place to go, even for me. So um, just to be clear, you aren't going to kill me right? I have absolutely no way to defend myself and um, if you could help me to the nearest town or place of relative safety? I think I'll need to join up another adventuring group or something since they seem to get themselves killed too often..."[/color] He somehow had the energy to speak with nary a pause between flowing lines of speech.

[color=bedded]"Oh. Um is he one of yours?"[/color] A look at Kyra with a questionable hesitation. More travelers? or Vagabonds.