[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Road North of Salarn. By the wagon, supported by Satilla
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Satilla. [/indent][/center]

[color=bedded]"I wouldn't have taken you for someone to get lost in the woods..."[/color] Thomas quipped, as he took each stride in tandem. If the skies were clear tonight, maybe he'd have a chance to meditate beneath the moonlight. After dusk has set and the evening brings forth the twilight. Then perhaps just before the witching hour begins, he could get in two spells as the cosmos attune his body. It would also set his form back to sun, and then perhaps Satilla would be less concerned over his well being. Not that Thomas didn't mind the attention but, Moon phase did make him seem more sickly. Star phase was something else entirely and not suited for adventuring parties, sort of an antisocial stage really. [color=bedded]"Um what I mean is you seem very capable, er I mean at home with the plants..."[/color] Thank the gods for that charisma boost to moon form eh?

And now another bit of excitement came before them in the form of a throng of orcs. Not a thong of orcs, that would just be weird, but a group of them. All ugly green and surprisingly capable of grasping the concept of talk first, maim later. Although relying on Ntaj seems like a good idea, the half-orc seemed friendly enough to be a delegate most likely not to get their faces eaten off. Maybe these bunch of orcs were just a troupe of jolly green-wearing men who lived in the woods. Although they did not wear [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G59JnM4JKNQtights]tights[/url], they did look rather like quite manly men who knew how to a pick a fight.