[center][b]Malakaus Ironhide[/center][/b]

[b]"I never had a good reputation here. I got into a lot of fights and made a few enemies. Some of them might recognize me and try to start something, and I won't back down. There's also the fact that Low Town does have some legitimately crazy people living there, and they will try to hurt you. Don't reason with them, just get away if you can. Punch them in the face if they don't leave you alone."[/b] Malakaus spoke bluntly of the dangers. He sincerely hopes nothing happens, but if something does he was confident that he could end it quickly. He wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword, getting an idea of how he should hold it if he has to pull it out. Murders in Low Town weren't uncommon, and if it was between orcs no one would bat an eye. Well, except loved ones of the victims, but orcs knew better than to involve the other races in their conflicts. He could only hope that his enemies would only bother him, and leave the other two alone. [b]"Alright, let's go."[/b]

Malakaus headed deeper into the city, towards Low Town. It was called Low Town because it was located near the bottom of a hill, and had an unfortunate tendency to gather garbage that's been laying out on the street. The river that goes through the city was nowhere near Low Town, so the area itself was often mucking in a bit of filth. The residents always try to keep it clean, but they had to balance out keeping clean and keeping the rent low; making the place undesirably made it lighter on the orcs' wallets, at the cost of having a reputation of being filthy. But since most didn't care and more weren't really affected by the filth health wise, it was a decent deal for them. Not so much when Malakaus was walking through; the first thing that hit him was the intense smell. It was a mixture of a lot of things, but it was all vile. He was tempted to turn around and try to find another way in, but the thoughts of his parents being here drove him forward. The ground was wet with what was presumably water, but he wasn't going to double check. Low Town was quiet, aside from the sound of snoring. He still kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he headed towards an small, unassuming building. This was the elder's building. There would be at least one elder there, and likely the place his parents would be at. Standing outside the door was a large orc, larger than Malakaus, and wielding a brutish club. It was as big as a log and had iron rings holding it together. When Malakaus approached, the doorguard lifted his club, spinning it in with one hand to demonstrate that he did know what he was doing with it.

[b]"I need to see the elders."[/b] The guard just smirked while he looked down to Malakaus, unimpressed at his sword. "Elders are asleep. Come back tomorrow." A predictable awnser, but Mal wasn't going to back down. [b]"Than have you seen two elderly orcs come through here? One man and one woman. The old man is balding, ties his hair into a top knot?"[/b] The guardsman snorted and jammed his thumb in a random direction. "And what if I did? I got nothing to say to you, whelp, so get lost." Malakaus was growing angry now. He knows that guard knows something about his parents, or at least knows something that could help him. [b]"Don't test my patience, [i]you green shit[/i], let me through!"[/b] Malakaus than drew his sword and pointed it at the doorguard.

[b][center]Xia Yang[/b][/center]

Xia got to an inn called the Amber River inn, apparently "famous" for having the best brewed mead. She didn't really care for it and chose it because it had open vacancies. Other inns she went to were filled up with other refugees or travelers. After paying the initial fee, she went to her room and dropped everything off. She fell onto her bed, thinking that she would immediately be taken by sleep. But after tossing and turning in her sheets for what felt like hours (But in truth was just a few minutes), Xia just sat on the edge of her bed. She was shivering, but no amount of blankets made her warming. She needed to do something to distract her for now, just to put her at ease.

The sound of wood clanking echoed from Xia's room, and inside she had set up a small apothecary. She didn't really have much to make with, so she instead focused on improvising one specific formula. A serum that, when consumed, should give her an edge should something like what happened back at Halrock happens again. She spent most of the time running away. If she could perfect this serum, she would have the means to fight back.