[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Road
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] His friends 

Calanon narrowed his gaze, looking very much the part of a young hero with his gleaming sword and shield. He didn't speak at first, however. He was not the leader of this group, and Kyra seemed quite capable of handling the situation at hand, and she did. But he couldn't keep his thoughts from drifting into untrusting territory. He had fought the Orcs for most of his life. He was no bigot or racist, but it was odd to call them allies to say the least. 

"[color=00ff66]You honor us with this offer.[/color]" Calanon said, speaking up. He sheathed his sword, and gave a bow. He seemed visually uneasy to those who cared to examine him, but he made his best to look the part of an agreeable party. He was certain that if anything were to happen with the Orcs, he and Brogach could take care of themselves. He was certain Gretchin would be safe as well. For once, he agreed with her untrusting nature, and he knew she would be out of danger as much as possible. Their little Raven friend would stay near Brogach hopefully. He would protect them all with his life, as well as his new companions. 

He let out a sigh, and gripped his left arm idly. It was a strange gesture, gripping the arm covered by a long sleeve. He knew that it would tell him if dark magic was being weaved anywhere close. He would use his failing as a comrade to be an advantage to his new ones. He would protect them.