[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight]

[color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill[/b][/color]

Skarsneek and Gringor both shared an unhappy glance, though the latter was due to looking like he was taking orders from the goblin.

The former however couldn’t care, and was focused on the health of her sister-in law.

Seeing Ayu helped even as he waved goodbye to Yurine.[color=ed145b] “See ya later granny, don’t throw out your back so soon, and thanks for herbs.”[/color]

[color=ed145b]“Alright, now sod off will you?”[/color] Skarsneek jabbed towards Gringor even as he adjusted his hold from carrying Hinami under her shoulders to a bride carry instead.

[color=f7941d]“Can gobbo handle dead girl?”[/color]

[color=ed145b]“Hinami, you mud-swimmer.”[/color] He followed up even as he grunted before steadying Hinami in his arms. [color=ed145b]“Also, what kind of man can’t carry a woman?”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“A weak one.[/color]”

[color=ed145b]“Right, how original.”[/color] Skarsneek sarcastically remarked before heading off with Atsuha. [color=ed145b]“Try not to trip and break your neck.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“And if Gobbo arms gets pulled out of socket, Gringor will help put it back.” With[/color] that, Gringor left, presumably to his own device which helped lessened Skarsneek's headache.

With the high orc gone, Skarsneek is finally able to focus on Atsuha and the whole topic of Hinami’s nature.

[color=ed145b]“We need to talk.” [/color]He commented but softly added. [color=ed145b]“But later in private, at night. Go take a break, wash up, and I’ll get dinner for you two.”[/color]

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[color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/color]

Gringor put the annoyance at the back of his mind as he gripped his hands, today was good. Fight was good, he didn’t win for now but that was okay.

He’ll win next time.

But still, he needed armor, those white-robes were a good start but hearing it was this…chi that powers them put a damper on things.

Wandering around and finally, a makeshift armory place, he caught sight of something interesting.

It was a Varjan armor, heavy, bulky, but also protective.

Gringor stared at it for the moment, before an idea popped into his head as he went inside and disappeared for a while.

A few moments later, he came out walking with bits of armor. Crudely but also methodically fashioned and bolted together as he noisily moved, sending panic to some at first before seeing his head and weapon to realize that it was the High Orc.

Moving around in it, it was hot, uncomfortable and tight around his chest. The previous owner body mass was much smaller than he thought.

But it was armor nonetheless, and he walked around with it to get used to the weight. 

Gringor realized that to win, he needed aside from thinking, spirit energy and techniques. He needed more weapons. 

The armor? It wasn’t to protect him.

It was so when he barged into others, it’ll hurt [i]them[/i] more instead.

Still, he needed more before an idea came to him from observing those white robe bois. Recalling his strike being deflected completely, almost like how that lazy monk did it.

So off he went to where Nobutada was, hopefully, he was doing something else and not sitting there the whole day again.