[h1][color=crimson][center]The Mighty Vlad Craznoh[/center][/color][/h1]

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Vlad missed home. He enjoyed his time in Sveto as much as one could. Times were tough and the quality of life wasn't great but Vlad did his best to keep spirits up whenever someone would go in the tavern. He'd managed to pick up some work cooking in the tavern which allowed him to pay for a room and some food of his own. Leaving home was tough but after the events that transpired he had to leave.

In the weeks that Vlad had stayed in Sveto he'd gotten really invested in the town's local problems and so when he heard the Witch that had been terrorizing the town was caugh, he was overcome with joy. He stood near the back of the crowd, his height giving him a good enough vantage point of the hanging. He cheered and yelled with the rest of the crowd but similarly went quiet when it was revealed that the witch was in fact Lydia Resnik. Vlad wasn't one of those Half-Orcs that constantly struggled to distance himself from his more brutish tendencies, he figured it was just part of who he was, but he often tried to keep his anger in check. He wasn't doing a good job right now. 

Vlad stormed off into the tavern, weaving inbetween the crowd and up the stairs to his room. He burst into his room and began to suit up in his armour clad with his holy symbol, shield and sword. He made a similar effort to before as he made his way back out to the gallows to meet with some other strangers who seemed to be offering their services to track down the witch.

[color=crimson][b]"Count me in. I'm not going to let that witch take anymore of us!"[/b][/color] Vlad exclaimed, almost yelling in rage.