[center][h1][sub][u][b]Havalock Orchily[/b][/u][/sub][/h1][h2][sup][i]The Gentleman Explorer[/i][/sup][/h2][hr][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]Humming himself a Yankee Doodle tune as he shaded in the final sketch of his improvised gas mask, Havalock's sharp ears perked up as he caught wind of a fairly distinctive accent asking someone about a book. Immediately he recognized it as belonging to one born into Stationary; a rare tone and accent as he believed them to be remarkably insular and encountering one of their sons or daughters in the wild was notably rare. Closing his journal, he swiftly and silently made his way towards the Stationari and what appeared to be a Dworf, overhearing their conversation. His heart skipped a beat as he recalled the Dworf who had originally crafted his precious Leenfind charger. With a polite tap on the shoulder, Havalock attempted to introduce himself into the conversation as gracefully as he could.

"Pardon me, but my name is Sir Havalock Orchily of Brand-House Orchily of Clothing. I couldn't help but overhear that you hail from the Fortress Pathfunder? Would you happen to know of the fate of one Fortress Skysem? If I remember correctly, their guidebook was called the 'Elder's Scrolls'; I ask for I wish to know the fate of the one who crafted my charger. Soon after he I was gifted this marvelous sporting good, he said he had to leave to defend his home and it has been many long years since I have heard from him again. Perhaps you could some how recognize him by his work? I was told by a previous employer that his work was of great quality and of some renown."

In a single motion, Havalock unslung his charger from his back and placed it in front of the Dworf with as much subtle and confident warmness as he could to ward off the inherent awkwardness of the situation before clearing his throat. In truth, he had a feeling that this Dworf was unlikely to know of another Dworf from a completely different Fortress, yet he often offered his sporting goods to others as a sign of peace and to give them something to which examine and (hopefully) expand his own knowledge of. Turning to the Stationari and giving a slight bow as a show of good manners, he extended a hand. Although he could clearly tell that the woman was from Stationary, he didn't recognize her outfit nor her weapons; at least by anything he could recall the last time he visited the department (which was admittedly a long time ago).

"Again, I must apologize for the abruptness of my introduction into this conversation, but I recognize your dialect and language as that of the Stationary Clans, yet I have yet to see any of your people dressed in a similar fashion. As for the Dworf, I do believe that his Fortress is that of a splinter group known as Fortress Deentdet, who split after a disagreement in dogma during their '3rd Era'. If memory serves me right, it was during a time of great crisis and turmoil as Nevergrow Wails were becoming more common but their strict adherence to the code was causing issues, especially when some of the decrees contradicted each other. Fortress Deentdet would reevaluate their holy Guidebooks and come into their 4th Era, where individual skill at arms was prized. Fortress Pathfunder traveled far from their home however and would come to settle in a section of Toys rich in LEGO and easy access to NERF sporting goods. They have a fairly militant, martial culture focused around individual heroism and valor."

Completely unaware of it himself, Havalock had begun espousing his travels and knowledge subconsciously, only realizing it mid-sentence and apologizing profusely for his ramblings.

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