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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] One Week After Human Arrival
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Somewhere in the forest
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Timothy [@mole]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
Barrock narrowed his eyes before him, as if to limit the intake of energy from this light elf, but also disarmed the orc. An awkward staredown took place as Barrock squared up whether or not he should take this elf seriously. Knowing his name, Aurora, and Rowan was obviously a noteworthy sign, if not the only important sign that he was one of the rebels, but his paranoid mind continuously warned him of a potential poser, running through various possibilities that this guy could weasel his way in. The weigh that ultimately tipped the scale was ultimately cold hard logic. 

Barrock broke off the staredown first by looking and pointing down at his knee, which looked obviously busted up from the previous fight. 

If he was right and the elf was who he said he was, Barrock could relieve himself of pain. If not, whatever. He didn't have that much to lose anyway.

Barrock could also tell that the elf was curious in him. One could kind of understand it, although he definitely wasn't fond of an overly prying attitude. But it was coming no matter what he'd say, so Barrock invited it anyway. 

[b][color=265828]"Who are you?"[/color][/b] The orc said, as he laid his back against the tree, letting the elf work on his injuries, while bracing himself against the barrage of questions that inevitably was coming.