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[center][color=gray][color=F9F8E8]Time:[/color] One week after Zora arrived into Avalia.
[color=F9F8E8]Location:[/color] Riverbloom, Daisy Bakery
[color=F9F8E8]Interactions:[/color] Aurora [@mole], Barrock [@Conscripts], Rowan
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[color=gray]Soon after speaking with Rowan, Zora's attention finally was directed towards the orc, perhaps a tad bit late though. From the brief lessons she had about Kanth-Aremek with Aurora and Rowan, she was told about orcs. A race of ferocious and violent fighters, blessed with a truly intimidating physique, but with a tendency for solving most problems with violence while not being as cunning as the other races when outside combat. But despite everything she had heard about orcs, the one who was in front of her was very different from the stereotypes she heard and was told about them. Incredibly calm and collected, not resorting to violence even when it would be justified, such as the situation with the dark elf a few moments ago.

[color=F9F8E8]"No matter where we are, it seems there are always pathetic people like that dark elf..."[/color] Zora said, referring to the scene they witnessed a moment ago.

[color=F9F8E8]"Something tells me it was not the first time you had to deal with such situation... After all, you dealt with it in an admirable manner."[/color] She said, as she gave a step forward and extended her hand towards the orc.

[color=F9F8E8]"Sorry for intruding on your training. I am Zora."[/color] She said, greeting him as she watched the orc, intently observing his reactions, almost as if she was analyzing him.[/color]