From the shadows the half-orc would emerge, smiling as best he could with chipped tusks “ladies” he says giving a nice full bow. He had been picked up at a bar for this little escapade, well picked up was a lacking word, strong armed would fit better in his head. Seeing as the one he was currently impersonating had a reputation to keep he could do little else than say yes.  Abditus did not quite like Dredge, although he had disposed of the man his reputation persisted and was rather annoying at times. The half-orc had a reputation as a womanizer, which Abditus had remedied much to his chagrin and a fighter so backing out of this fight where there were women to woo… Needless to say it would not go over well with Dredges old friends, too many questions and one look of true sight and bam one dead doppelganger.  People who had known Dredge for a long time would notice that he…. No not he, the half-orc, fought differently as of late, with new weapons but considering his reputation for changing tactics most would not give any mind. It was the things they did not see that gave Abditus reason to worry.<br/><br/>Dredge drew his short sword, the shimmering blade getting a few test swings. “We only waiting on a few more right boss?” the big brute asks, Abditus struggling with hi vulgar speech patterns. He appeared covered in what looked to be a steel breastplate with a few daggers holstered across his chest and a sheathed short spear tied across his back ‘in case of emergencies’ he had so said. In truth however he was something that most would kill on sight, all grey and alien covered in a shimmering breastplate that changed as he did a true blessing onto itself.  The doppelganger kept his mind reading to himself for now, looking towards their boss and the small ranger who had joined their little group. He had taken time upon meeting them to probe their minds, it was hard to suppress at times anyway, and found them to be good people, and not good enough not to kill him on sight, but good people none the less. Needless to say he had his work cut out for him today…. Fighting undead as a warrior would and keep his body alive, but making an escape if things went wrong had always been his cup of tea.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>