[color=pink]"It is hard enough to even think in there. Brock tried to get our group nicer rooms with a drinking contest. He's trying to out-drink the entire bar. Where are you going?"[/color] Jen explained before Maggy chimed in. [color=gold]"He's coming to help find my dad!"[/color] She definitely seemed happy about it.

[b]MEANWHILE, IN A BANDIT STRONGHOLD...[/b]

An old man lay, his stomach riddled with bruises and cuts, made even worse by the visible bootmarks on his chest. He was mostly naked, save for his ripped trousers and his silver cuffs that kept him restrained.

A half-orc walks up to the old man and begins to downtalk him. [color=00a651]"That ol' man was roight. Y'really ain't shet, an' you'll doie th'same way."[/color] The half-orc's ax sits tightly in his grip, prepared to find itself within the chest of the old man on the floor before him. [color=00a651]"I'unno whoy Yashah wointed m'ta kill ye, bot ahm glad t'd'it."[/color]

The orc's head perked up when he heard the screams of an unfamiliar voice. [color=00a651]"Fer' th'luv o't'Gods, I gotta handle dat'. Wait roight 'ere."[/color]