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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Riverbloom, Outside Books and Cookies
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] None 
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
All the while, the town's livelihood was interrupted by a rather unsettling sight. The black tattoo engraved on the orc's forehead was a sign of trouble. This was no minority of the so-called 'honorable savages' that some would attribute to the respectable Nabarask tribe, this was the actual savages. Stories of countless atrocities conducted by the brutal raids by the Dugmahords still scarred this land, even as its intensity had dropped since the Dark Elves took over. In fact, among the Riverbloom Plaze goers on that day, it would not be any surprise if there was one who had first-hand experience of those raids. As a result, the gigantic orc lumbering through the street attracted an abundance of suspicious and outright hostile glances from all species alike. What could possibly be going through the heads of the orc, many wondered?

Apathy was the answer. 

Barrock simply didn't give a single crap about what the others were thinking of him. He was focused on getting his equipment maintained, as well as cashing on the payment that his previous employer had given him. Normally, payment in perishable goods would simply be rejected outright by the orc, but he relented this time around, seeing the young lady fumbling over the most basic of a transaction and simply shelling out what she could, and also her problematic circumstances. The contract was discounted too, but whatever, he had the money. But there is a reason why he didn't like to hang around towns and cities.

[color=a187be]"You. Yes you, you tusker!"[/color]

It's these asses.

[color=a187be]"I'm sorry but there are women and children here. You will not hurt them!"[/color]

And of course, it's coming from a dark elf. 

[color=a187be]"Stop right there! I cannot allow you to destroy this town!"[/color]

The dark elf stood from a distance, with a straightened hand pointing straight at Barrock, who simply ignored it completely. He continued lumbering rather clumsily with a clear limp on every step, clad in armor and a long straight sword at his waist. His hand held onto the scabbard loosely, but a finger perpetually tapping on its handguard. His bloodshot red eyes occasionally glanced at the obnoxious elf before looking up to the street, paying him very little attention, just as much as he deserved. 

[color=a187be]"You pigs deaf?! I said stop!"[/color] 

Outside the Books and Cookies bakery, the sight of an orc amidst the inhabitants was hard to miss. The dark elf deliberately side-stepped to stand in his way as Barrock headed in a different direction earlier. Once it was clear he was not going to avoid this asshole, the orc approached him slowly but surely, the finger on the handguard continued to tap. 

[color=a187be]"Y-You know, I can fight. I will cut you into pieces! W-With my ancestral sword here!"[/color] 

His voice faltered as the orc neared, dwarfing even creatures like him, but he was desperate to keep up the appearance. Barrock stopped right within striking distance of the elf, and the finger on that handguard now pushed the sword slightly out of its sheathe. For a moment, his piercing gaze met the hulk of the self-righteous dark elf, the latter's knees visibly trembling from fear. Bystanders held their breath at the standoff. Some tried to grab the authorities. Some braced for the bloodshed that were guaranteed to spill.

And the orc simply walked away. 

To the surprise of many, he just walked away. No blood on the ground, no heads rolled. Sighs of relief were exchanged. 

[color=a187be]"That's right, go back to your pen coward!"[/color] 

And a cry of victory. But for all intents and purposes, the dark elf did not win that fight.