[center][h1][color=a36209]Angus MacAlister[/color][/h1][/center]

As he pressed on through the city, Angus felt his unease slowly but surely melt away as the songs of his homeland issued forth from his pipes. He felt the eyes of his ancestors upon him. Ever watchful and ever ready to answer his call and aid him in battle. Angus took comfort in this. In knowing that he was never truly alone, he was never truly afraid. Angus was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of distant thunder. A storm was coming. Angus wasn't sure how bad the storms here were. But if they were as bad as the storms back home, he knew that not being in good shelter when the storm arrived would be bad for his health. Fortunately enough, Angus noticed a temple that looked to be in perfect condition shortly after hearing the thunder. It seemed whichever god that temple was dedicated to was not as quick to abandon the city as the mortal inhabitants were.

Just as Angus finished a riveting rendition of 'Am Màrt de an Camshron Fir', he turned a corner to see two fellow adventurers, a half-orc and a white dragonborn, standing ahead of him. And further ahead of the other adventurers was the carcass of a large sea creature being eaten by a group of reptilian humanoids. As he drew level with the half-orc and the dragonborn, Angus had a clear enough view of the creatures to figure out what they were. [color=a36209]"Troglodytes"[/color] Angus said [color=a36209]"I dinnae ken much o' their kind, save fer the fact that they reek like shite and ain't the sort that enjoy makin' friends. If either o' you know more, feel free to share. Especially if ye know 'ow strong they be"[/color].