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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] River
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rowan [@GingerBobOh]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
Barrock yanked his fishing pole after Rowan made his stone toss, a fish hooked to the bait. The man's attempt to ruin the meal did not really work, but his cohorts may, knowing the intensity a fight could rise to. But then again, they were here first. But he wanted more food. Ugh.

[color=265828]"No need to leave."[/color] Barrock said to the elf, firm and resolute. [color=265828]"You were here first, I shall just sit it through, cook my fish. You would need to not mind me observing."[/color]

When mentioned of the Dark Elf back in the town, the orc got visibly angrier, with veins popping on his temple and his eyes narrowing to a slit, but very soon after, they closed and Barrock let out a long sigh. 

[color=265828]"A disgraceful trait I try to break away from. And besides, he is just a naive idiot. And naive idiots are no threats."[/color] 

After a few moments, the orc's curiosity got the better of him, [i]again[/i]. [color=265828]"The name's Barrock. What is your name?"[/color]