[@letmehaveone2]
Gharn frowns slightly.
"I can see that. I'm not foolish. I mean where did you come from? Is there a village nearby? A town?"
He crosses his arms and stares at Jordan. Though not very tall, (5'10) he does seem to command a presence.


[@the1rolling1boy]
Jirah smiles.
"Oh a baker? I've tried to make a few things myself, but I swear my oven hates me! Always comes out looking like charcoal!"
She pauses slightly.
"Oh er... I do a bit of this.. a bit of that. Odd jobs really."
She sees Mazzilyn get up and walk away and frowns.
"Oh, I hope I didn't upset your friend... I really wasn't trying to scare her."
She drops and flips as she falls, landing smoothly on her feet.
"Maybe I should go talk to her..."
She looks back at Dracul.
"What do you think? Think I offended her?"