Who was he…. That was the question wasn’t it? Introductions for someone who made a living out of making people believe he was someone he was not was always a pressing concern, how much reality did he need to blend with fiction this time…how much did he need to convince people he was something he was not, always a pain. “My name is Dredge” he says telling the blatant lie as he rests his short sword on his shoulder. “I’m a fighter for heir, for the most part, just point and tell me what needs to be killed ladies and I’ll make sure it dies.” He waits a little bit before adding “As or anything else, I can swing a sword,  I can throw a dagger and jump if you need me to, whatever else you’re looking for you came  to the wrong half-orc” he says cracking his meaty neck from side to side and tapping his sword against his shoulder.<br/><br/>For the most part Abditus was scared about playing this Dredge around what looked to be such powerful people, this half-orc was meant to be a temporary thing but many things never went as planned so making the best out of the situation was called for. He let his eyes wander over the party the Cleric would kill him on sight he was sure, they benefactor he was sure would as well, she did not seem the kind to take being lied to with a smile… gods forbid she found out he had killed the orc he was impersonating. Aside from them the ranger and the one with the strange black-powder weapon he could not get a read on. The ranger did well to keep her emotions to herself and he dare not scan her mind  for fear of being caught and the one with the weapon well she seemed…off…. Then however there was the lich… Out of all of them the trickster felt the lich would be the easiest to convince, but his own dislike of the undead would keep her at arm’s length, for now, battle made strange friends out of all involved.<br/><br/>“If this negotiation goes south and we do indeed end up invading a lich’s seat of power, will we be getting any type of backup form…well anyone? City government? Local guilds? Random disgruntled family members?” he asks his hand waving itself a little bit as he spoke. “I am not keen on taking on a lich with just a group of ladies, no offence intended.” He says trying to keep up reputations. “I am sure all of ya are good at what ya do, but invading a place like that when we all barely know each other, without any sort of backup seems to be a fools venture” The orc finishes keeping the sword over his shoulder.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>