[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Raugar[/color][/h1][/center]
Raugar stood at the door awhile, peering out into the courtyard, but eventually pulled it to, disappointed. It seemed like the stranger had not taken up his offer after all.

He was covered in blood. It had seeped seemingly everywhere. The dragonborn lay down his weapons and removed his heavy gauntlets and sticky chain mail where Lilt indicated, then stood there himself. [color=7ea7d8]"[i]If you could purge my hide of this filth, you'd have my gratitude[/i]."[/color] he said in draconic. His whole left side was a giant bruise where the cyclops had smashed into him, but through his elation at the fight it merely felt like an annoyance. [color=7ea7d8]"A tale worthy of the bards indeed."[/color] he said back to Roy. [color=7ea7d8]"And the day is still young. I say we take a short rest to recover and prepare ourselves, then begin trekking to the ruins."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"I don't know about you but I've had enough of this god forsaken town. It's a shame the orc got away, but I doubt there's much more for us here, and I do not wish to waste more time. Our real prize awaits us in Nurn."[/color] he said, eyes glimmering.