Orchid would scream, and he often did, when the cultists and bandits informed him that the loot he so desired was unavalible to him. Either they did not know or Orchid was not worthy, which frustrated him to no end. He was just a hates breath from taking out his blade and demanding that he be allowed this “initiation rites” when a grizzled veteran of a man coaxed him into taking a drink. Orchid downed the bitter brew when offered, somewhat placated.

[color=a2d39c]”Ugh. Orchid need weapon, armor. Become mighty! Like dragon!”[/color]

Orchid took out the machete given to him by his elven kin. It was sleek and sharp, despite Orchid’s lack of care for it. The blade was scratched, knicked, and pitted at some places, but still as sharp as it was when it was made. It’s broad blade was perfect for Orchid’s brute force combat style. [color=a2d39c]”Orchid see Dragon. Orchid think, be strong, like dragon! But how? Orchid think more, Orchid think Orchid need loot. Weapon and armor, taken from dead warriors. Like dragon do, yeah?”[/color]