[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Surprise Orc Encounter
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Satilla, the Orcs.[/indent][/center]

Man maketh his Monsters. For love may bring him children, but conflict breeds hatred. And from this more conflict, as such the vicious cycle is complete. The rift tearing wider and wider across the generations until their are taught to view each other as monsters. Take the wolf per say, a noble ancestor of the loyal dog, and recount how many tales portray the wolf in a negative light in a historically agrarian society. For it was a barnyard pest to livestock, was the wolf branded a devil to those farmers who have forgotten nature could not be tamed so easily as their crop. And of humans raiding orcs, orcs raiding humans, as they say of the snake and man: [i]nemo me impune lacessit[/i]. So they have threaded upon their lands, and now they plan to bite our heels.

[color=bedded]"Oh... Well um, I'm glad to have found y-you then."[/color] Thomas sputtered, a slight blush in afterthought graced his pallor cheeks, that certainly came out a tad wrong, but it was too late to take it back. Perhaps saying something after would rectify the meaning, but then what? She was certainly a nice girl and a nice person, but what would Kristian have thought? Too old perhaps? But she looked young enough, or perhaps it was that Thomas looked younger than he was. [color=bedded]"No, if we are going to quarrel here, you'll need every capable fighter, I still have a few spells left in me..."[/color]

And so the intrigue unfolded, mercants, missions, moles, monsters, madmen and now magic. So evidently this group was hired to escort goods unwittingly to these orcs who have procured this shifty merchant causing the resident chef to start babbling like a loon. Well that was all appropriate and all, it wasn't everyday you see a loon cooking a duck. Anyways, the most interesting part of the conversation so far was the mention of undead. Now it was hardly any reason to trust an orc speaking for a merchant who just crossed them, never mind which questions arose just from the reveal of this betrayal since it left already one person buggered off enough, yet if the undead were truly attacking (and not adventuring parties, of which Thomas was keen on not mentioning his involvement lest these orcs be the very same orcs that nearly killed his old party, they all looked very similar to the boy, all ugly green burly men).

[color=bedded]"If it really is the walking dead, we should look for a reason why they are attacking... If speaking with the dead fails to yield a cause, then maybe we can trace the magic to a necromancer who controls them. But even then a necromancer would have to be within a certain range to prevent the minions from falling apart if puppeted... Unless they are autonomously-risen undead and thus have the ability to receive and execute orders at which the necromancer could be anywhere... f it is a necromancer and not some sort of greater undead creature like... "[/color] Suggested Thomas who seemed to be half-talking to the orcs, half to the party, and half to himself as he reasoned out a discourse on method as if this was a classroom, yes he burned with fever, but his passion for knowledge was probably burning brighter before them.