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The Half-Giant stood there silently, his distance from the others short but notable. His scarred arms were crossed, his demeanor guarded and his head bowed. Despite his large size, it seemed as if he was trying to shrink away from everyone else ever so slightly. No, it seemed a better analogy for what he tried to do was fade into the background, like some sort of statue. It was quite difficult to do so, given his stature, but he remained quiet and seemed to not react to this strange troupe he found himself. At the same time, his aura seemed to be the most exerted of them all, especially to those who are magically sensitive. A shame, really.

Logrim, their handler, seemed quieter and more well-kept than most of the orcs the vagrant has seen before in the wilds. It made sense, especially for someone higher up on the Guild. The first to introduce themselves, the stout Koth, seemed much truer to the stereotype, which was never too bad to have as an ally. The reptilian girl, Tah-tee-yah-nah? She was the strangest of them all, the wanderer feeling some sort of kinship with another wild soul, silently agreeing as she remained guarded amongst them for but a brief moment before amicably speaking to Koth. And finally, the Dragonborn, who seemed the wisest of them all, as well as the most mystically inclined. Possibly a mage, for better or worse.

The former bandit could not help but chuckle slightly at everyone's introduction, realizing that each initiate had introduced themselves by [i]height.[/i] It was the little things that he noticed quite easily, after all. His senses were keen, which made it easier to do so as it always helped to focus on such small things in order to drown out the countless torture he had endured. It's how he coped throughout his life, how he held back his pain and suffering, and more importantly, how he kept The Beast Within abated. It was at that moment that his blood froze, realizing it was his turn to introduce himself. Imposter syndrome began to set in as he found himself among this group, wondering if he really belonged. Would they welcome him if they knew what his sins were? That he was the Wolf of Hallowood? A thug, a murderer, a monster?

"[color=violet]Khol, like the stone.[/color]" The Half-Giant finally introduced himself to the others, his rough voice only hinting at his internal torment. He hated his name, as it was given to him to remind him of what little use he had with his former family; fuel for the mages. Still, it was the only name he had known, the only one that he had chosen to stick to out of the many horrible things he was called before. "[color=violet]Don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours.[/color]" A promise was made to his allies to keep their distance, not because of an apparent revulsion, but because he knew that no matter who his allies were, no matter what darker deeds they may have committed, none of them deserved to meet him when [i]that thing[/i] would take over.

After introducing himself, Khol bowed his head down once more, not wishing to disclose anything else about himself at this time. At the same time, he did keep an eye out, gauging their reactions. Khol expected disgust, hatred, fear. It's all the Wolf of Hallowood had deserved, after all.