Orchid grunted as he drank more booze, feeling a bit lightheaded. [color=a2d39c]”Bleh. Good sword maker no make sword with rock and fire. Good warrior no be great warrior with boring sword.”[/color] orchid aid in his typical slurred and unsophisticated wisdom. It just made sense to him while Skill is paramount to become a strong warrior, poor equipment won’t allow him to draw out his full potential. Either the old merc didn’t understand Orchid’s thoughts or he knew something the half-Orc didn’t. Highly possible it was both.

Soon another stranger came over. Orchid vaguely recognized him as the hooded stranger who had been hanging out with them when they brought Brannor in. He wanted to know how they got him, and Orchid was much too eager to tell his tale. [color=a2d39c]”Hah! Prisoner! We fight prisoner in forest! Orchid and friends go into forest, do work. Find him! Big sword, big warrior. We outnumber. We attack! Kobolds cowards, run after one dies. Man strong, kill others. Me and bear man fight him after others die, he go down easy. One slash! Hah! Took sword.”[/color] Orchid drew out Branno/ Greatsword, holding it firm in his hands. He flourished the blade and swung it through the air recklessly. 

[color=a2d39c]”Was gunna take head as trophy. But boss lady says take prisoner, so we take prisoner. Boss lady says we get more shinies with prisoner. Orchid don’t care for shines unless shiny sword!”[/color]