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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]
To an orc, so long excluded from the world in their own self-imposed exile, it took a bit for him to understand the deeper context. But he got it, to some extent his brain could. Although, there was something to be said about the hilarity of the prophecy leaning either on a perfect world or a hell. But hey, in his language, this was how a butcher sold their meat, and a jewelrer sold their polished war skulls. 

But if it was this dangerous that a rebellion was formed around this whole thing, there might be some truth to it. If anything, the best thing was to stop that second scenario from happening.

Barrock briefly glanced in Rowan's direction at the same time as Timothy. That stream of sorrow also found its way through Barrock, but not in a reciprocal kind. The orc slowly stood up and put his feet slowly in front of the other in a wide circle around the room with several deep breaths. 

[b][color=265828]"The [i]human[/i] needed to think."[/color][/b] Barrock turned to look at Timothy, his head tilted slightly that exposed an undercurrent of sarcasm beneath. [b][color=265828]"With luck this time, he's not here. We will plan another."[/color][/b]

His red eyes shot to Rowan, then back to Timothy, the gap inbetween was an unspoken message to the light elf. [b][color=265828]"But we don't make plans without information. What news can you find about this human?"[/color][/b]

It was never in his head that he would ever take the lead on anything but his own lives, but reality never made any sense, so why not go along with it - if it gets the job done.