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Tortetarte continues to eat is rations and says nothing.
Tortetarte following Kella's Gaze to Theron and Anchor, he suggest Might it be best to send an large enough group, to maybe get the message across, that we are capable of defending the position. So, I dont mean to volunteer all of us, but at least us 4, and maybe a few extra hands?
And if they are sending spall raiding groups, we may be able to grab one of these groups, and send our message of Parley back to their leader?
"We can't aid you beyond our abilities, and my journey is one of faith, healing, and assistance. But I have to agree with Marcon. We can't hold hold this town against an orc horde, no matter its size."

Tortetarte recalls the breach of the keep. Rubbing the bruising on his forehead, "And we've seen the keep, it won't hold for too long, and there's only so long rations will hold out." "My apologies, but my vote is with Marcon on this. We find the towns folk, you can assist us with that if you like, and prove yourself to them, that you deserve to lead them."
"We thank you for your hospitality, my dear lord." Tortetarte grabs what might be a sturdy enough chair, brings it close to the table, and starts prepping one of his own rations. "How much time do we have to prepare for this untimely invasion force?"
Tortetarte sits up, and grumbles at this wonderful streak of luck he is having. First he gets wrecked by some puppies, then he concusses himself (rubs the side of his head), and now a bunch of orcs...?
Grabbing his mace and shield, Tortetarte decides it might be wise to sling on his crossbow as well...Thinks through his abilities and remembers his peers trying to teach him a more destructive spell when he was younger...yes, he'll definitely add that to his list today.

He then walks out of the inn and looks around.
Tortetarte heads to the Inn, and takes inventory of his surroundings.


"I am but a humble cleric looking to heal and assist the folk of Nights tone as best I can. If you are to become those people, so be it." "But for now I am truly exhausted...May I?" Tortetarte asks, waving a hand toward the Inn.
And not to be a nuisance, but might we also have this conversation at the inn? I seem to be recovering from a trivial light migraine, and could use a little bit of a rest. And it looks like the last resident has been evicted, so it should be quite nice in there.
Tortetarte realizing this day has left him more ragged then he's felt in a long time, gives a deep sigh, and follows behind the two more rambunctious go getters.
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