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Abraham grunts.
[color=green]"Could have been better."[/color] He said, taking another bite of his apple.
[i]Could have been worse[/i], went the unsaid statement. The half-orc ranger had not spent the intervening years idly, but it was a directionless effort. He had peformed an innumerable amount of small heroic deeds in the Nomadic Lands, and made significant contributions to the local branch of the adventurer's guild besides. But to what end? Abraham couldn't say. And none of that mattered right now, anyway.

The half-orc finished his meal, swallowing the core in one gulp. He was still hungry, but that was used to it. To live one's life in the Nomadic Lands was to live off of nature's bounty, and in lean years and bad lands, tribes often had no choice but to starve. 

Hunger sharpened Abraham's senses, and allowed him to discover things beyond the range of mortal senses. Now that Alice's building was open to him he could finally find... the rosy smell of soap, and... It was very faint, but there was also the rotten stench of gore.
[color=green]"I guess you've already met [i]them[/i]."[/color] He didn't feel the need to say who he was talking about. [color=green]"Have the others contacted you yet?"[/color]