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[b]"That is a good saying."[/b]

The voice was smooth and even; and tinted with warmth it pushed it's way through the cold air easily. The largest passenger in the wagon, standing taller than even the horses that drew it, was a half-orc woman named Dular. She carried no family name, only her epithet: succorer. Her orcish blood was quite obvious in her thick ashen skin, long knobby ears, and of course the tusks that poked out of her mouth even while her lips were closed. Despite her title, these traits of hers unnerved many - this Dular was not unaware of. Anytime the carriage driver glanced back at their motley party, Dular evenly met his gaze with a toothy smile. The man wisely said nothing. 

If any of the others were uncomfortable with her presence, they did a good job of pretending otherwise. Though Dular chose to believe they weren't. After all, the other women were comprised of scholars and survivors, both the kind of person who knew there were much worse things in this world than someone with pointy teeth and a temper.

As they approached Auonar and the women all roused, Dular pointed an appreciative face in Entyrea's direction. It [i]was[/i] a good saying after all, "knowledge is power." She'd have to bring that back to her tribe. Ilneval knew they needed some brain power to go along with their brute strength focused culture. Some kind of popular tagline like that might inspire a few more studious types to emerge. But, that was something to think about in the future. For now, Dular joined the others in looking ahead at the familiar fortress city.

She met eyes with the driver again.

[b]"If weather is killing you Gudrik, seek out tribe. We have the good healing hands,"[/b] she said, wiggling her fingers at him. Teasing out of the way, Dular leaned back in her seat, comfortable to stay put until the carriage came to a stop. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a content puff of air, breath crystallizing in the cold. Then, she looked down at Chip beside her. [b]"After hibernation like that, you will be needing food,"[/b] she told him. Apparently she was in good humor today, frigid wind doing nothing to damper her mood. [b]"We all share a meal together before more business, hm?"[/b]