Bessie
"Morzza." The Orc chimed in, seemingly unoffended at her name being forgotten by Odvan. She then placed her arms behind her back and let them resume their conversation.
Cameron
"Pleasure to meet you both. To be fair Odvan, 'Rodric' probably isn't what you'd expect someone like me to be named, but that's cause I was raised by a Nord."

*Rodric crossed his arms and looked around the surrounding woods aimlessly, taking in the countless smells and sounds of the forest in case he still had something to check out.*
Andrew
"Yes, yes, Morzza, sorry boss." He says, "Gettin on in years," He says with a chuckle, he looks back at Rodric, "So we've got that in common then, odd names for what we are." He chuckles again, he starts coughing, clearly in pain, clutching his chest
Cameron
"Aye, and similarly interesting situations we've found ourselves in, though I think you've got it worse than I do."

*He started to chuckle along with Odvan, but he quickly stopped once he saw the pained coughing set in. Pausing his words for a second, he scratched his chin as he looked at the briarheart with a sympathetic expression. Even if they got off to a pretty rocky start and had only just met, he felt bad for the Orc, and he soon after spoke his mind.*

"I mean at least I can deal with it most of the time, except for those odd nights when it gets rough, but you? You've said it yourself: constant agony. If I had to deal with that kind of pain, I probably would've gone down an unwanted path a long time ago."