(**mispost that was fixed for IC) Lorn was fading off very quickly after the main murmurs exited the building. All the hustle n bustle sank into dredges and rumor, doubt and envy, fear and wonderment. The Darkmere had done its due on terrifying the local populace. It made Lorn snort. And here he was charging into the depths of it all it seemed, with vigorous zeal of wild compatriots. 3day twas the word, so he stumbled with ale on his belly back to his room. He would eat hefty in the morning to feed his big frame. But for now a lean belly of booze and wild dreams overtook him as he entered his up stairs room.
The morning's sunbeams hit the orc directly in the face. Cheap room alright, and he'd drunkenly forgotten to close the blinds. He grunted and rose with gusto. He fumbled around his disarrayed belongings by the bedside for an item. with a little digging, he dug it out. He seemed triumphant as he stuck a corncob pipe into his face. He leaned forward to an almost dead candle for light and breathed deep, the enchanted hash of the northern regions, elvish if he was correct. By the time his buzz hit it the orc was washing his face and heading into public for some well to do questing.
He strode by the stables of Wellspring, thoughts proliferating as he stoked the pipe. He mumblered about skittish horses and approached the bossman of the establishment it seemed, doling out orders to stableboys and chatting up customers. He was a lean tall human, and seemed to like giving orcs dirty looks. Lorn, kicked the gravel under him as he stood around searching for his item. There was a stoat quiet form in the back stall he had his eyes on. By the time the stableman chose him to barter with Lorn had his mind made up.
"Your mule in the back...How much." he growled, the hangover barely there anymore.
"Enough, but Ill let her go for..." responded the human.
A loud noise interrupted their conversation, something had startled a horse nearby.
"40 silver"
"40 it is then, she got a name?"
"Willow"
Satisfied the big orc retrieved his new pack mule. She was kind enough, took snacks, and was blind on her left eye. But Lorn was ok with that. He stratched her chin and meandered off. He never did finish his shopping that day, Willow needed her own lodgings and the orc made the arrangements. Being active in the market square was his only real day 1 triumph. He tucked in early and quietly for the second day, which followed the first save for a visit to the apocacentery and blacksmith for mainaintence and stocking. He'd was stiLl thinking on what his pay would be, and how to approach the celebrity that was Arn.
The morning's sunbeams hit the orc directly in the face. Cheap room alright, and he'd drunkenly forgotten to close the blinds. He grunted and rose with gusto. He fumbled around his disarrayed belongings by the bedside for an item. with a little digging, he dug it out. He seemed triumphant as he stuck a corncob pipe into his face. He leaned forward to an almost dead candle for light and breathed deep, the enchanted hash of the northern regions, elvish if he was correct. By the time his buzz hit it the orc was washing his face and heading into public for some well to do questing.
He strode by the stables of Wellspring, thoughts proliferating as he stoked the pipe. He mumblered about skittish horses and approached the bossman of the establishment it seemed, doling out orders to stableboys and chatting up customers. He was a lean tall human, and seemed to like giving orcs dirty looks. Lorn, kicked the gravel under him as he stood around searching for his item. There was a stoat quiet form in the back stall he had his eyes on. By the time the stableman chose him to barter with Lorn had his mind made up.
"Your mule in the back...How much." he growled, the hangover barely there anymore.
"Enough, but Ill let her go for..." responded the human.
A loud noise interrupted their conversation, something had startled a horse nearby.
"40 silver"
"40 it is then, she got a name?"
"Willow"
Satisfied the big orc retrieved his new pack mule. She was kind enough, took snacks, and was blind on her left eye. But Lorn was ok with that. He stratched her chin and meandered off. He never did finish his shopping that day, Willow needed her own lodgings and the orc made the arrangements. Being active in the market square was his only real day 1 triumph. He tucked in early and quietly for the second day, which followed the first save for a visit to the apocacentery and blacksmith for mainaintence and stocking. He'd was stiLl thinking on what his pay would be, and how to approach the celebrity that was Arn.
