Dorrin checked to make sure the spikes on his maces with sharp and ready for battle. He needed to be ready anything and when you're part of an army full of humans then it was good to keep a watchful eye out. Several of his fellow warriors did not exactly trust him because of his race, hobgoblins were known for having a history of violence against the race of men. It didn't matter to him, he was here for the reward of becoming a hero, gold and fame. If he got both then he wouldn't need to steal anymore, but for now he still committed thefts out of necessity, and his Escape Artistry magic has made his heists all the more easier. The army he was apart of was the one loyal to Earroldir and was under had a second command by name of Elias Nihmgor. He was a promiscuous halfbreed, who seemed to care more about the pleasures of life rather than more nobler ways of battle. The fact that he was part elf made Dorrin have a disliking of the man, and the stories he had heard about the lustful heir to the Nihmgor Duchy, made him not think to highly of the half-elf.

While he busied himself with keeping his weapons sharp and properly shaped, Dorrin thought of his family who had left a long time ago to go find his fortune, and he wondered what had become his parents and siblings. He hoped that they were alright and doing fine without him. He had given them some gold that he had acquired from his last act of thievery, and now he was in the army in hopes of making an honest name for himself. After he was finished, he decided to go for a walk and while he did, he heard a human woman singing to a group of solders. She sounded very beautiful, and Dorrin walked over to hear her singing more closely. She was of slightly bigger size than the average human woman, and she had bright red hair. Dorrin listened with interest and he was glad that he did.

"Oh it's meetings a pleasure and it's parting a grieve
And an unconstant lover is worse not a thief
For the thief he will rob you and just steal what you have
But an unconstant lover will follow you to your grave
For the thief he will rob you and just steal what you have
But an unconstant lover will follow you to your grave

Oh they'll buy you fine trinkets, fine garments and flowers
And they'll call in at tea-time to pay their devours
They'll swear that they love you by the light of the moon
And propose marriage? No, sherry cobblers at Taylor's Saloon.

Ah but when you are married look out for your hub
'Cause evenings you spend at the old fellows' club
At the officer's store he was kept, he'll pretend
And so he was too, drinking rum with a friend
At the officer's store he was kept, he'll pretend
And so he was too, drinking rum with a friend

But fortunes are false and a fickle young day
And it's worse than bad luck for to die an old maid
And the best of all blessings we can meet in this life
Is a kind, loving husband and a good-tempered wife
And the best of all blessings we can meet in this life
Is a kind, loving husband and a good-tempered wife"

When she was finished with the song, Dorrin applauded very loudly and gave her a cheer. The women of his race had great singers, and he usually preferred them over human women, but this woman was very good. He listened a few more songs that she sang and then he decided to head to the tavern known as the Pilgrim. He hoped that the bar would have singers that were at least half as decent as the woman, and he also hoped that their drinks and food were as good as people said they were.