<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe<br/>Mood: Wary<br/>Frog-level: Low?<br/>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br/>Tag: Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>Dorn Sharpaxe was a male used to traveling. He'd traveled endlessly as a child, especially after certain instances had occurred. After he’d had a chance to ‘settle’, the orc tribe he lived with had been nomadic enough that they hadn't stayed in one location for more than half the year. So travel was not new to the scarred half-orc.Though he was glad someone else was taking care of the people herding while he kept an eye out for other dangers on the road.<br/><br/>As the group approached the fort, he looked it over with an appraising eye, assessing the structure for weaknesses. Overall, it was acceptable, though he wasn’t sure if it would hold out overly long during a siege. Hopefully they wouldn’t be having to deal with that anytime soon.<br/><br/>He hung back as everyone dug into the food, knowing that even out in these wilder lands his kind wasn’t always welcome. Though his….companions seemed to be welcome enough despite their odd looks. So after a few minutes he also got a bowl of the stew and approached Svetlana.<br/><br/>“Pardon, ma’am.” He started in a low voice, not wanting to scare the woman. Or get kicked out of town after just arriving. “Is there any ale or mead available?” While he knew supplies could be harder to come by this far out in the wilderness, he prefered the more bitter beverage to the ‘sweet water’ of the nobles and ‘finer’ folks.