Illistrianna was taken aback for a second when she heard what sounded like poetry coming from the Orc. She didn't want to think of such racist thoughts, but she had heard his kin being crude and brutish. Well, now that she was thinking about it, weren't she ben told they were quite feral and bestial-looking? The one standing in front of her sure looked imposing and a bit intimidating, but he was far from what the young elf had heard from her kinsman. Plus, his manner of speech didn't sound much of a brute, but rather that of a poet? 

Maybe was he a travelling bard? That must explain the sudden poem he just recited to her. Or so she seemed to believe he was saying, ignoring completly what the would be Orc bard's true meaning behind his words.

[color=6ecff6]"Ah yes, the moon can really be of such beauty some nights. So tell me, Mr. Malakaus, where do your travels bring you, to be awake so early in the morning, if not to watch the sunrise?"[/color] Illistrianna asked, curious as to where this travelling bard might be going next. 

Who knows, perhaps she would have been joining him on his travels if it was not for the journey she was just about to embark.

[@Lucius Cypher]