Lorn could concede that coin [i]was[/i] cheap, but it was also honest, hnest enough to keep orc breathing at least. The stipulations of working with a literal shady figure were not lost on the big guy. His toil and strife meant nothing if he never woke up to see it after all. But he could almost hear Fate cackle in the distance as the bartop suddenly became occupied. Pondering in Syd's speal gave way to being entranced by the luck and lore Arn spoke to the masses of mead. 

	[color=F0AB4A]"Well, there you go, big guy. Coin and treasure, both. The Darkmere's calling you back, it seems."[/color] He took a final sip of ale, set the empty mug back down with a thud, and stood from his seat, adjusting the hood of his cloak with a swift tug. [color=F0AB4A]"See you around."[/color]	

	Lorn raised a brow and nodded to the offers made, the risk calculated. He'd need to stock up at the smithy with alot more than just forager means he was used to. Sweat of of his brow and what not. Gathering of not only weapons and malice but also vittles and vitality. The were going to go to the wildest of wilds after all. Who we was wasn't really known of yet, but the adventourous orc damn near jumped up with the celebrity of the land just to agree with him. Alas, he was tugged away by his peoples and his heated ears. He'd approach when he was more ready, more sure of the players on this game board. 

	The cloaked figure faded into the crowd, yellow linin and smirks his only calling in lack of a name for the tusker with the axe. Lorn gave a chin-up but brow furrowed response. Best keep it safe with that fellow he figured. A tiny entrant had alerted the lumberjacks's ears, was it under the table? a flutter of wings stopped his idea of a search, and the crowd was startling to bustle with rumor and mixed alarm surprise, greed and glory, all a little too much for a nomadic orc. He needed a bed to think this over with. So he stopped gawking at the mosh and instead motioned for a barmaid. One caught his action and soon Lorn had a upstairs room a few hallways down, one with a balcony even or his hash smoking in the early mornings. The orc set his drink down, scratched his shaven scalp where scars called home, and wondered who his new neighbors were in the establishment. His charcoal beads he called eyes fell on notable attendees as Lorn sat back arms crossed ax leaning on thigh. to bode quietly, and honestly resting his social battery after a shadowy conversation, seemed right as he sat in that chair. 


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[color=lime][b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Where[/color] 】[/b] Wellspring Tavern - Bar
[b]【 [color=F0AB4A]What[/color] 】[/b] Seeking glory & rest [b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Who[/color] 】[/b] Lorn 
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