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[color=00aeef][h2][center]D'Artagnan Riverwood [/center][/h2][/color]


[color=00aeef][h2][center]Location: The Road To Lorenstad [/center][/h2][/color]


The Katorian was riding his horse making his way back to Lorenstad. His journey to and during his exploration was quite tiring. He was tasked by the museum to retrieve an ancient Orcish artifact. The location of said artifact was inside of an orc tribe’s tomb. Getting into the tomb was more of a journey than getting the artifact, the orcs were very cautious when it came to strangers going in and out of their sacred crypts. D’Artagnan was lucky he could convince the tribe’s leader that he would get the artifact, if he participated in a cleansing ritual and would go with another tribe member to explore the crypt.  He respected the culture of all of the species, and did not want to discrete or anger the native people. Even though there have been many times he had angered the natives trying to protect certain artifacts. 

The artifact itself was an orcish dagger from five thousand years ago. Keeping the dagger hidden inside of his coat, not wanting any thieves to take it from him to sell off to the black market.  During his trip back to Lorenstad he was cautious of everyone that approached, although he was friendly enough to those he spoke to. While riding down the road he could hear a wagon coming behind him, he led his horse to the side to let the wagon pass him.  Nodding his head towards one of the men, feeling something very strange coming from the one wearing sunglasses. There was something ominous, something he did not trust about this man. But he opened his mouth to say something to the two strangers. “[color=00aeef]Good daya gentleman, how are you on this beautiful day?[/color]” He spoke with a chipper sounding voice. He felt a little lonely being on his last adventure, and in his mind was excusing himself to talk to these strangers.