[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color]
Interacting With: [@Wick], [@Lord Orgasmo], [@Lich][/center]
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The blue-haired witch was right. The lake wasn't much of a bay, and Alberich wasn't sure if it was connected to any other bodies of water. He sat the knife down as Alberich placed his hand on his chin and considered her suggestion. [color=aqua]"Camp Victory, eh? It sounds nice for a small camp for us, but Elyria, you have to always dream big. It's what I used to tell my daughter when she was... still alive."[/color] The lumberjack grew silent for a few seconds as he shook away painful memories. [color=aqua]"We're next to a big body of water, trees all around. A good location for a town, or even a city. I may sound insane, but building something more than a camp here could draw people that hate the Dark Lord as much as I do or other potential adventurers to our cause."[/color] Alberich replied, taking a glimpse back at Ysran, Elyria and Sakem with a smile on his face before returning to the fish he was preparing.

[color=aqua]"I have more suggestions, but the villages and towns where I had grown up always sounded guttural to foreigners. Like Achteresch or Haslangkreit. I could try to think up something that fits our spirit, but I'm not sure if any of them would work."[/color] Alberich said, rolling his words to make the various crunchy and guttural sounds for the names of the villages that once existed near his childhood home.