Richard
"What war?" *His curiosity was genuine. One can tell a lie from Björn pretty well since he isn't used to making things up but this, this was truth.* "And the people have been fine with me. I've been dancing with children and men and women in the streets, listening to good music and enjoying the sun on my skin. What kind of person do you take me for, Marghulis?" *His nostrils flared in annoyance but soon calmed himself, seeing the small child he had danced with before smile and wave at him. He gave a smile back and returned her wave in kind.*

*Children are true judges of character, Björn thought. They know not of wars, of prejudice, of race, sex or creed. They see someone truly for who they show themselves as. Björn tried to show himself as a man who wants no trouble. He saw how some people bowed as they passed, showing this Orc was someone recognisable. He made note of their bows to try in private.*

"And you speak of a festival? What is a festival? Is that the dancing and music? Because that does bring joy. All we are doing is trying to enjoy this place for what it is, not be hounded upon for some reason unknown to us." *He placed a hand on Ves' shoulder for reassurance and looked down to her. She was vital to him, a core part of the human experience. He needed her by his side, so going into a bathhouse would isolate them both for an unknown amount of time. Time where Ves won't have his protection, and where he would not have her clever plans... He tried not to show it, but he was worried.*

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Vernon
Her tail flicked back and forth as she followed their "Guide" Through the city streets. It didn't escape her notice how people reacted, but Ves thought the sight of an Orc was more terrifying than a wayward Kobold. Which brought up a good point. 

"What is an Orc doing beyond Dasvaz anyway?" She asked innocently. Was she *Trying* To pick a fight? It wasn't wise, but Ves was feeling reckless and feisty. She didn't like being judged because of her race - even though she was doing the exact same thing to Marghulis. They hadn't done anything wrong and they were being treated like criminals. It was frustrating. 

She wondered how they could manage to leave the Orc behind. She looked around as though searching for a sign for the bathhouse. She didn't know how to read, but Marghulis didn't know that. Her amber eyes sought out escape routes, her mind calculating various risks. She met a child's curious gaze and couldn't help but smile a little, softening as she waved. The little girl curtsied and Ves couldn't help but do the same. Chuckling lightly, she turned back to continue walking.

She looked up at Björn and smiled as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She knew why the Orc was bothering them, but decided to let Marghulis answer in his own words. Let the Orc scramble for a polite way of explaining his racism. None of the people seemed frightened or angered by their presence. It was only this Orc.

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Jamison
***"I take you as what you might be. A spy from Dasvaz seeking to cause discord and strife in the city, trying to find a way to bring more of your barbarian friends into this good land. And don't gullible Goliath, we both know what war I'm talking about."*** *If the Goliath was trying to play dumb, then he was doing a terrible job at it, even a blind man could see the lie from the Goliath, which now put him in a more suspicious light to Marghulis.*

*He nodded to a passing guard, who nodded back. There were a few guards sprinkled around the area, ready to act if the two Dasvazi were to act up. There were only a few of them, but it was enough to at least keep track of where they are. And if needs be, put them down. He then looked at the children passing by, thinking back to his wife, and thinking. What if she was still alive today, would they have had children by now.*

*He then heard the kobold's voice Pierce through the pleasant sounds of the festival, she asked him of his own presence in the land, believing that he was also from Dasvaz, he flared his nose once she finished that sentence. To insinuate that he was a barbarian from a land of bone and stone wielding savages, with no civility, honor or even morality.* ***"And what makes you believe that I'm from Dasvaz. What makes you think that I'm from a land of beasts, savages and slavers!"***

*He said the last part growling, not loud enough to scare the children, but enough for the both of them to hear the anger in his own voice. He kept walking while saying that, gesturing for both them and the guards to stay close in case of any incidents that might happen. He wasn't going to take a chance with these things, especially after the Kobold's words.*
Richard
*Björn immediately placed a hand in front of Ves to stop her walking and slowly approached Marghulis. He was trying to keep calm but not when his partner was threatened. He gave him a cold glare while he approached him.* "Listen to me. On Lumnar's holy name I tell you I know not of any war you speak of. I will cut the act and be plain with you. My name is Björn Majora and I am an escaped slave from Dazvaz. I want nothing and I mean *Nothing* To do with that place nor the savagery that comes from it. Want proof? Take me to the bathhouse and I'll show you the brand they placed on me when I was but a boy. I know of no war because I was kept in a cage while it probably happened." *He snarled a bit as he finished his sentence, his Venom unclear if it was towards Marghulis, the thought of being associated with his slavers, the country or all three points.*

"What makes us think that of you? We don't have a good track record with Orcs. Want to prove us wrong by showing us some damn humanity?" *His eyes told the truth, he was speaking it fully. His voice was quiet enough to not be heard by immediate people nearby, making this conversation more intimate between the Goliath and the Orc. He looked down at Marghulis with a look of anger and frustration.* 

"Want to accuse me of being a spy, take me to the head of the guard and I'll show my proof there too. But not in front of these kind people and their children, who have shown me more kindness in ten minutes than I've seen in decades." *Björn took a deep breath, closing his eyes and counting to three in his head. When he opened his eyes he adjusted his demeanor.* "If you care for this place, like you show you do, let us sit and speak in private. I will tell you my tale in wholehearted honesty but please, do not associate me or Ves with Dazvaz."

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Vernon
Ves was about the speak, to deny being from Dasvaz at all, to claim she was born on Alynthi soil, same as the Orc. He couldn't prove otherwise. She could say she was from the moon and it probably wouldn't matter. Marghulis assumed she was from Dasvaz based on the fact that she was a Kobold. Just as she thought he must surely be from the same place since he was an Orc.

But Björn beat her to it. As he began to spill his story, her eyes widened in dismay and panic. "Björn!" She tried to stop him, but he continued despite her protests. Her tail flicked about in agitation as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Were there suddenly more guards around?

Once he was finished, Ves grabbed his hand tightly. That had been incredibly stupid and she was incredibly nervous. She braced herself to run. Would they be able to escape? Ves counted the guards she could see. Björn *Might* Be able to fight his way out if more guards didn't respond quickly. She was decently confident in her own ability to outrun them, but she wouldn't leave Björn behind. 

This nice day out was turning sour rather quickly. She grit her teeth as she looked up at Marghulis, refusing to show her fear. "You judge us as being from Dasvaz, as surely as others assume the same of you. Yet when accused as such, you spit vitriol in my face. How? How can you judge us based on our race and a guess as to where we're from, when you're judged just as harshly?"

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