Jamison
*He finally reached the two and stood just in front of them, his eyes filled with suspicion and anger at the two, before he breathed in, hiding away his anger for the moment, no matter how much he wanted to just draw his weapons and attack them right then and there. But he stood there, keeping a hold of himself, as he readied himself to say something he never expected.*

***".... Welcome to Willowdale. I shall be your... Guide for the day."*** *He said that with great reluctance in his voice. Yes, he did hear about the two being sighted, but that came from a friend of his, who worked as a captain in the city guard, who asked him to tour the two, while also keeping an eye on them.* ***"I am Marghulis,and for today, and for however long you shall be staying here, I will be guiding you."***

*To say such words to creatures that came from Dasvaz, it hurt him, to allow them free reign in an Alynthian City, to allow them to gather information and whatnot. But he had no choice, this was a payment to a debt to said friend of his. It was only his bad luck that cursed him to have been near and his own caution to see the two Dasvaz, that led to this situation.*
Richard
*Björn knew that look. A killer's glare. He didn't like it one bit. He saw it in the Pits and he saw it just then. But the anger in this Orc subsided... Why? Björn was not one to be cautious but this time round, something made him hold his tongue.*
"Strange, we didn't know there was a guide section of the guard... Nor did we say we needed a guide." *Björn looked down and eyed him with a hint of suspicion.*

*Deciding to not act out, he instead gave a small nod.* "I am Ursa Majora. If you are to be our guide, so be it. What is the price of the tour, Marghulis?" *He managed to pronounce the Orc's name pretty well, only further cementing he had been around many Orcs in his own past. A tell, if this one was more perceptive than his kin.*

"This is my Partner. We are here for the first time belive it or not. Our boat docked nearby so we thought we'd explore before finding market. Hence, our coming here." *He had replayed this backstory in his head a hundred times by now. Even if it was half-true, Björn wanted to be convincing. He would not allow some pigheaded Orc to take Ves from him. He was charitable to Kip, look where that got them.*

*The various scars on his stony skin along with his furs made him seem savage, primal, yet he spoke with some knowledgeable vocabulary through his gruff Scot voice. If he was to be a fisherman, he must have tangled with vicious beasts to be that decorated.*

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Vernon
Ves scoffed. A guide? They didn't need, or *Want*, a guide. Who did this Orc think he was? Nobody else seemed to have a problem with her or Björn. The people here seemed relatively peaceful Curious, perhaps, but not hostile. So who had sent this Orc after them to act as a *Guide?* 

Björn maintained his composure. His confidence made Ves relax a little. She let him do the talking, nodding along in agreement. Her tail flicked to and fro behind her as she considered their options. She didn't want to cause trouble, but Ves didn't want a babysitter during their stay in Willowdale. She wanted freedom. That was the whole point. 

"Yes, well, the next stop I was wanting to make was to one of the public bathhouses. Surely a city as nice as this one has a bathhouse we can use. I'm tired from sailing and I want to change clothes." She looked at Björn with a warm smile, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. "If that's okay with you, I mean."

Then she looked back to Marghulis and her eyes went hard again. "I'd prefer a bathhouse with the male and female sides separated. I like my privacy when bathing. You understand," She said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. And what would the Orc do? Follow her into the tub? Or would he trail after Björn? It would be strange either way. 

Although maybe it wasn't such a good idea to separate with the Orc around. Ves frowned as the thought occurred to her. She was just out-of-sorts in the presence of her most feared and hated enemy. The Kobold sighed gently. Well, it was too late to take it back now. And she *Did* Want a bath. They would just see where it took them.

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