<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x3R8SwD.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Nach</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36;<strong>AC</strong>16;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +7, Dex +4, Con +2, Int -1, Wis +2, Cha 0<strong>Immunities:</strong>Fear<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>darkvision 60ft;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>19,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>12,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>14<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Others at the Table, Sir Arawn Avan<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>The half-orc’s brows furrowed for a moment as he took in everyone’s name. It was difficult enough to remember a single new name but here they were all being launched at him and it was not just the names of the fellow adventurers but the names of these nobles that kept getting tossed around like he should already know who they were.  He would likely forget each name by the end of the night, which usually would not matter but he would be travelling with most of them.<br/><br/>Nach drank from his goblet again, the cups were clearly not made with Orcs in mind, much too wide at the top. It almost made it not worth it to maintain the light buzz that the alcohol afforded. He found himself smirking as the other’s introduced themselves. Sarek had a way about him that seemed to be much more poised than the hunter or perhaps it was just his dress. “Well getting to know each other sounds great though these goblets really were not made with tusks in mind,” he said in a voice that was both deep but playful as he set the cup back down on the table in front of him. “Hard to keep up when half of it runs down your chin.”<br/><br/>Godwine was something else, the man was an enigma to him. It was not that he was put off by the other, he was just different than most he had encountered before, with an almost mystical quality to him. He nodded at him as he spoke. He had never been to Godwine’s homeland before. Nor could he truthfully point it out on a map without scouring the thing to find it first. He considered sharing where he was from but decided not to there were few places a half-orc could be from after all. He would have to learn a bit more about the man if only for curiosity sake.<br/><br/>His eyes drifted to Wynne as he introduced himself, at the very least Wynne had not lied about his name or him being a noble. He was certain that the noble would leave him with many messes to clean, not that Nach really minded. It was always good to have someone around that would make things happen for better or worse. He had genuinely enjoyed his time with the other from a conversation perspective at the very least. It was also nice to know there was someone in the group he could talk to rather easily. He did not say anything to Wynne, only raising his brows slightly in his direction.<br/><br/>A deep breath left him; his handsome features softened a bit as his brows relaxed. At the very least they were all friendly, and some of them looked strong. He still found himself out of place in the grand hall it was already one thing to have to keep up with so many conversations but to also having to deal with the constant glances he was getting from nobles, it was annoying. Leave it to nobles to have a party like this.<br/><br/>The hunter would of course catch Victory’s eyes on him, the man was bold. Nach felt his grin once again widened as he eyed the other in a manner that made it clear he liked what he saw as well though this was a brief gesture, he could be just as bold as the Tiefling. “Hmm Dancing? Well of sorts. Though I can’t say I have ever danced in a place like this nor to this kind of music,” he said as he looked back to the dancers. The movements of the nobles were much more elegant than anything that he had seen, a far cry from the tribal dancing that goblinoids did, not that he was particularly talented at that either. Nach rubbed the back of his neck with his gauntlet, flexing his powerful bicep slightly as he did so. “What about you? You seem like someone that would enjoy a good dance.” He enjoyed the light banter with the man, clearly not someone who could be pushed around easily. Very interesting indeed.<br/><br/>He seemed to deeply consider Darc’s offer. The elf did not seem to take himself too seriously which was a nice change of pace from what he imagined most elves to be. He amused himself with the thought that he could probably just lift the elf up and dance around with no trouble at all given how small he was. Before he could answer the red head spoke, changing the subject. The confidence in the knight was amusing, more refined than his own but he could still appreciate it. He wondered if he was all talk or if the status was indeed an indicator of his strength. “Well I joined because it is dangerous. I have been hunting down all manner of beasts in the woods surrounding the Barony, but it is getting to be less of a challenge now,” he said, his voice deep and even. “I want that challenge again, to test my skills and get stronger. Shrink my weaknesses a bit while I am at it. It doesn’t hurt if I do something constructive while I do that.” He finished his thought with a shrug, his lip covering most of his tusks for a moment as he reached for his goblet to try for another drink. His reasoning was simple enough, he of course had other things he wanted to see to but he was not about to weigh down the conversation with anything too deep.<br/>