<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe<br/>Mood: Disappointed<br/>Frog-level: Low?<br/>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br/>Tag: Svetlana, Largya<br/><hr/><br/>Dorn nodded at the woman's admission. It was mostly understandable, something this far out didn't get regular supply deliveries. Though it was his opinion that they should have ale, at least, before wine. But he wasn't in charge so his opinion mattered little in this instance. "Understandable." He verbalized his understanding to the woman before taking his bowl of stew off to the side.<br/><br/>He sat a little distance from his companions so he could at least participate in the conversation. He frowned in annoyance at Largya's blatant display of her differences. He accepted that they were all different from most people, but acceptance didn't mean that they should rub that different-ness in the faces of those that were hosting them. At least until they were insulted for what made them different, then he'd understand that.<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter the number and composition of our foe. We will stand strong and slay them to a man. If you want captives, take them yourselves because I will not stay my blade." He stated matter-of-factly before returning his attention to his bowl of stew.