[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra[/color] & [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Orc Cave (Inside and out)
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Yeah, peoples, and orcs, and Brezcar, and an elder 
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	Kyra looked around slowly than towards the chief that was sitting there eyeing her, Keystone, and Cyneburg. The chief looks none to pleased that there are humans within his dwelling and he voices it adamantly. "[sup]1[/sup]Lat thrak avheuke killeruk inavo mausan votar? Around mausan people? Nalkren dare lat! Jiak ukhould have lat uklaughaverun for avhe sulj avhoughav agh um iav wauk noav for gith your yearuk ro loyal ukervice jiak evinaj guav lat righav katu nalkramal lat ukavand juukav avo baj ij poinav," the chief spat towards Brezcar but the helf-whatever he was just stood there looking at the chief as if he had just told him the weather for tomorrow. 

	"[sup]2[/sup]Explain yourukelf," he said as his fingers tightened around the grip of his Master work Halberd. 

	"I have ukpoke wiavh ukeveral ro avhem agh wiavh cremwiuke auk nalal. Iav ukeemuk noav gith iuk whaav kulknej were avold or whaav kulknej aukukumun. Theuke people ayh noav from avhe ciavausan buav were hirun afar cremwiuke," Brezcar began before explaining the circumstances. Kyra looking over to her two companions and then back over to chief and Brezcar. She didn't like the fact they were speaking in a tongue that she could not understand and that there was no translation going on but she hoped that Cyneburg would be able to clarify what was being said when they were out of the cave; that was if they made it out and the two weren't planning their slaughter. 

	They bickered back and forth; the chief saying they were not to be trusted, Brezcar going on that he knew that but that the last person they trusted turned out to most likely be if not the cause for the war but contributing to it. The chief asking why he should trust these new arrivals, Brezcar saying that they shouldn't without a test to prove they are not part of this, something to solve the problem. The chief asking what would that be, Brezcar suggesting they carry a treaty back to the village to stop hostilities and to find out whatever is drawing in the undead. The chief grins and seems to like that idea. 

	Brezcar turned and looked over towards the three. "I believer we may have an idea," he said as he relaxed shoulders a bit. 

	The chief smirked and spoke finally to the three standing before him. "No, I have an idea."

	Over at the campsite out side of the cave, things were different. If a horse could give a what the fuck look, she would have. Having been in Sana's care for as long as she could remember, to be spoken to in a language that was native to her ears as it were. It wasn't that she was complaining it was that she was a bit surprised by the suddeness of it. Shaking her head out it seemed that Epona had a bit of an attitude. 

	<And I am supposed to just give you my life story because you can neigh with the best of them?> Epona retorted rather bluntly as she lifted her head up a bit more. Then she whinnied a bit. Seemed she had a brash sense of a humor. <Just kidding. I am Epona, no elf has ridden me without Sana. I serve her and her alone by choice. My story is simple enough. I was born, I lived. She found me. We needed each other. We have been together since. She tends to me, I tend to her.>

	Sana cocked a brow looking over at Njat with Epona but Epona hadn't kicked his teeth in yet so she figured it was alright. At the words of worry Sana shrugged. [color=82ca9d]"Well I have no met many orcs but ones I have known did not care for music but they did not mind dance. So they tolerate it at best. I do not think we are in danger. I assume if they want me to shut up they will let us know,"[/color] she said before standing and dusting herself off. 
	
	She chose a [url=https://youtu.be/M-GPbYcTDbQ]simple song[/url], one that she could cast with but withheld on the casting aspect of the song. While it was a song that could build trust she did not think that the orcs would take well to magic being cast within their camp. Taking a breath she began to sing low, letting the words leave her slip softly at first. Her hips and arms beginning to move as she went and just letting the song take hold of her as she did. Nodding towards the Calanon to join in with his own accompaniment. 

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1) You bring these killers into my home? Around my people? How dare you! I should have you slaughtered for the very thought and if it was not for all your years of loyal service I would gut you right here where you stand just to make a point.

2) Explain yourself

3) I have spoke with several of them and with Cremwise as well. It seems not all is what we were told or what we assumed. These people are not from the city but were hired by Cremwise 
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