[h2]Varian Sigmund - Gates of Dalenham[/h2]

Varian's headache seemed to be clearing a bit, though not enough for him to keep his hands off of his forehead. He rubbed it methodically for a few more moments before hearing the familiar voice of the orc he had met the day before. He suddenly snapped up and looked across the other members of his group. He had forgotten to mention to the group that an orc would be joining their midst. He didn't anticipate it being a problem. Varian had little time for pointless bickering about race and the like. If a warrior could follow decent orders and kill a few bandits, that warrior was fine by the Highman. 

Of course, orcs were also pretty ugly looking, and Varian was conscious of that. Folkmar seemed better than most, but he figured he ought to say something. "I expect this won't be a problem," The Highman commented to his other two mercenaries. "Edon, Osmund, meet the new orc." Varian gestured to the approaching Falkmor. As he did, he could spot in the near distance their last addition, the Highman-Raelusian Kadrin, on approach. "Ah, and there's our last one: Kadrin. Now all that's left is fat man," He looked across the four of them and pointed to each of them briefly. "Best get comfortable with each other. There's no telling how long this one will take."