Lorn huffed through his nostrils, a flap of scar tissue from a spicy adventure from last winter making him snort unintendedly. He gave a furtive glance over to the mention of the Darkmere. He'd dabbled in that horror before, but his long years were as a clever orc and clever orcs don't go to haunted woods. Still, a tavern boast on sly words was worth a retort.

	"[color=82ca9d]That is an [i]evil[/i] place. Those roots can take you to untold hells....[/color]" He got suddenly fixated into a distant stare. "[color=82ca9d] twas a guide back then, a trailblazer. Still am me tinks.[/color]" the big orc rattled off twiddling a tusk trying to do the quick arithmetic on his resume. It was ponderous and rude as the blech that followed. Lorn looked around half-expectantly before continuing to the barstooled mate. "[color=82ca9d]What is it for you then, ay? [i]Darkmere[/i]? I've been cutting timber since they gave me an axe. And I can tell you that shant no normal forest of this realm. No it is sick, vile, contemptuous, the sulfur and brimstone hangs in the air in those hollows.[/color]" His stout clunked with a ThUdDDD as he fetched near his wayside knapsack. Coin rattled, and he sauntered his axe under the bartop as he leaned forward on his stool. a sliver of silver tickled across his brawny knuckles as he spoke once more, continuing. As of the young evening, more travers entered with no halt in sight. Maybe this was a working man's post the orc thought.

	"[color=82ca9d]Coin, now that talks.[/color]"

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[color=BAB8B8][b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Where[/color] 】[/b] Wellspring Tavern - Bar
[b]【 [color=F0AB4A]What[/color] 】[/b] Seeking coin[b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Who[/color] 】[/b] Lorn & Syd
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