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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] River
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora/Rowan [@mole] Zora [@13org]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
A traveler from far away? Now that she mentioned it, this tattooed woman, underneath all the ornaments and body designs, Zora looked different from the species he had encountered. Not the colored skins trolls and orcs, nor the knife's edge ears of the elves. Who is she, or rather what is she?

Barrock didn't really get an opportunity to ask though, as a tick crawled in his head as he heard. 

[color=265828]"It's B-A-R-..."[/color] He couldn't get to correcting her before Rowan jumped in and answered his previous question. His two eyes closed and his grip tightened on his sword slightly, just letting all that fumes out. It was nothing serious, no need to get angry...

The more important aspect at least is what the group is supposedly here for. He was given a way out, and Barrock immediately assumed that the information was exchanged, he would be stuck with them. When put it that way, it seemed like he did require a lot of deliberation.

Barrock closed his eyes again, taking several deep breathe. 

[color=265828]"I never intended for something more than a spar coming here."[/color] He stated, his blood-colored eyes stared directly at Rowan, with solemnity but not necessarily hateful. [color=265828]"But, since you are giving me the light of day, unlike others, I will consider. What is in it for me, if I join?"[/color]