[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mkFbcLS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/c5i0HyX.png[/img][/center][sub][color=silver]T I M E :[/color]   One Week After Human Arrival
[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Somewhere in the Forest, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@Conscripts]
T A G S :[/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	 [color=silver]It was later in the day, now, as it typically was when a hurt creature came looking unintentionally for good ole Timothy Babadil. This meant the sun was sleeping, and the moon was awake. The night was young, at least, which meant all the scary creatures were still surveying the land before making their initial prowls. Although, Timothy reckoned there weren’t any creature in Port10 that would mess with who he was looking for.

     For the first time in a long time, Timothy was feeling genuinely excited about something. It wasn’t the excitement that came with a gift or festive party, but the kind of excitement that would be remembered in dear kind for a lifetime. For an Elf, a lifetime was an awfully long time, which meant this excitement was none other than what they would call extraordinary.

      His lantern was singing through the brush. He was looking for large shadows that didn’t look like tree shadows. If nothing came up, he would check in-town. Although, Timothy knew a wounded orc would not fair in the town, especially at this time. Besides, the bad guys were still running around.

      Time was not quite on his side, but in the other hand, time was not against him. Time just was, as it always was, and there was nothing he could do about it except keep on going. So, there was in the midst of the forest when he found Barrock.

     At first, he thought about hiding and observing, but the orc was smart. There was no hiding from the orc, especially at this point. There was also no point in hiding and observing — for good old Timothy had nothing to hide nor observe.  He was a Light Elf of good merit, and Barrock was the only orc around, fair and square.

   [color=b2beb5] “Ahoy!” [/color] He called out. It was different from the call he gave Rowan, for the time of day was different. The forest was listening different, now. The small vermin were chirping, too.

        [color=b2beb5] “Your friends Rowan and Aurora sent me looking for you, good ole Barrock.” [/color] His lantern chimed and shined a light between them. There was cheek in the Light Elf’s smile. He was amused to meet such a fascinating creature, and he was more than honored to give him the title or “good ole.”  [color=b2beb5] “They’re injured but fine. Now tell me, what can I do for yah?”[/color]

     His bag swung around. The flap opened with central force and a substantial supply of medical equipment was scene peaking out. His eyes glimmered, ready for any and all responses from the good ole Barrock.[/color]