Jamison
*When Vas steeled herself to face Marghulis, he was only a few meters away from them. His frame, while smaller than the Goliath, was still larger than most of the humans around him. The armor, while it was clean of dirt and grim, had the signs of being in service for years now. With small, but noticable pieces being ripped from battles with large beasts and enemies.*

*His armor told a story, one of a warrior, and if they looked at one of his shoulder plates, it held a small sigil of the Alynthian Flag, while this would have led to the conclusion of him being a soldier. And the two have seen how well Alynthian soldiers kept their armor. Which meant that either he was a former soldier, or someone that stole armor and just placed the symbol there, though.*

*But a fighter like Bjorn would be able to tell that this was the stride of a former soldier, the air of caution, disciplined march-like gait of Marghulis denotes this. The only question now was, why was he making his way here, as he seemed rather focused on the two of them. And that had its own thought, what if the orc making his way towards them is a former soldier, and the latest war was the one between Alynthi and Dasvaz, many grievances were made at the time. So, was he here for vengeance, or just to attack them.*

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Richard
*He watched the impressively large Orc approach, he had the walk of a guard of the Pits. His armor was damaged, maybe he had fought beasts like Björn had. While Björn wore no armor, only tunic and fur, his skin was rough as rock and twice as honed. He didn't reach for his axe however, clearly a crude large axe of Dazvaz design. However his garb did not scream a local of the area, neither did Ves'.*

*The Goliath glanced around, he was clearly making a line for them both. He was accompanied by no one and walked with no sense of urgency. This was some kind of warrior. He head heard some Orcs become Soldiers from books and word of mouth. Perhaps he was one. Perhaps he was a cowards in a mail of false valor...*

*He walked with a march, like his legs could only move so far. Why was that? Did he stop his natural stride, or could the armor only allow him to walk as much? It mattered not. Confrontation was necessary here. Björn steeled himself, screwing a mental lid on the fit of rage he wished to unload and slowly placed a hand on Ves for but a moment, a moment of reassurance. He didn't recognise the crest of his armor, but surely it wasn't from Dazvaz, he had seen that too many times. Perhaps he wore foreign garb to fit in better, to trick them, to take Ves away... He kept his mind blank and focused on the facts: A large Orc with armored mail was approaching them and there was no form of viable escape. Björn stood his ground without making a stance of violence, simply waiting. He had played this game before.*


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Vernon
Ves was surrounded by giants. As the Orc approached he began to *Loom* And Ves resisted the instinct to step backwards. Instead she held her position, standing still and silent. The tip of her tail flicked back and forth. The Orc was close enough now to be heard - so why didn't he say anything? Well Ves wasn't going to break the silence. He had interrupted them, after all. Let him be the first to speak. 

She was tempted to just ignore him. He didn't strike her as an authority figure of any kind. He wore armor and marched like a soldier, but no one was following him. He had nobody to command. So why was he coming to bother them? And how had he known to seek them out? Unless this was to be some kind of trap. Ves' eyes scanned the rest of the square, but she couldn't see anyone else lingering in the shadows. The Orc seemed to be alone.
 
Ves hated Orcs. They were nothing but trouble. She had seen far too many carry out their nasty dealings. The ones back at the mines were indiscriminate when it came to whipping both their slaves and the free Kobold who worked beside them. So she had always avoided them when given the choice. It never occurred to her that an Orc could mean no harm. As far as she knew they were all brutes with an appetite for violence. Why would this one be any different?

Ves remained quiet and still, simply waiting for the stranger to make his business be known. Hopefully he didn't take too long. They had things to do.

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