[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Road
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Satilla, Sana, those around the fire 

Calanon chewed his food gingerly, sipping a bit of his water before Sana brought him out of his reverie. He gave her as warm of a smile as he could considering the circumstances of where they were. He'd not spoken to her much. Other than her beautiful singing the other day, and a few glances, the only exposure he'd had of her was her speaking to Keystone and Kyra. "[color=00ff66]Thank you.[/color]" he said simply, giving a slight bow of his head. 

The fire flickered, illuminating his fair visage, making it appear a tad more mysterious and grave in the light. His eyes fell upon Satilla as she spoke. He had not spoken to her much either, other than introductions. "[color=00ff66]What Undead [i]have[/i] you met?[/color]" he asked with a calm inquisitiveness, his right hand idly slipping to grip the cursed arm he bore. It seemed the manner of place they now sat made him feel more of a melancholy. The presence of Brogach and Skittles calmed him somewhat, thankfully.

He doubted Undead would be a problem here, anyhow. Whether or not these Orcs would turn out to be friend or foe, they would certainly not stand idle as a ravenous horde of the walking dead slaughtered them. Briefly he felt as if that would not be such a bad thing if it did transpire that way, but he pushed those dark thoughts aside. [i]You are better than that.[/i] He breathed in through his nose. [i]I am.[/i] "[color=00ff66]You've got a fine friend there.[/color]" he remarked to Satilla as well, referring to Skittles.