<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/96/HalfOrcMonk.jpg)</div><strong>Raz the Black (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266718.msg13155529#msg13155529)</strong><br/><br/>Muddied, wet and tired each night, most might consider the trip to be miserable and exhausting.  For Raz, it was a blast.  As much as he might have wanted to test his mettle against goblins - and he<em>hated</em>goblins - it was honest work and one which resulted in an observable culmination.  The teachings of those monks weren't entirely lost on him outside of those martial teachings.  Wearing appropriate robes and avoiding distasteful symbols, such as the ram-head skull used to fasten the loose strips of fabric that kept him somewhat decent, were another story.  The sensation of touch, whether it was sunshine or water droplets or even the splash of mud from a wagon sending that slush across his chest was something to be enjoyed.<br/><br/>Some of Raz's heritage might stand aside when greeting folk that had not learned he meant no threat, but he stood behind his employer, leaning on his glaive and standing straight.  But when he was dismissed, the mud would not have slowed him down.  Using the glaive as a walking stick he made his way inside the gate before turned to the others hired for the protection duty.  "Stars or not stars," he started with a chuckle, keeping  pace with Kayanna "Warmth of a fire and the buzz of drink is more than enough for me."  Before he passed through the door, however, we gathered strands of his clothing and squeezed them out to avoid tracking in too much water, but then walked through with a bright smile on his face.  "Drinks!" he called out to no one in particular, eyes scanning the room for space for he and his friends.  "And bring another round with the first!"