<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/j3uhQUr.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Khaldrash 'the Beast'<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Male Orc Fighter (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446632)</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>22<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><hr/><br/>That hellish viper reared back as if to strike, making its displeasure at Khaldrash's proximity known. The snake spoke for his mistress too; Milena's eyes were alive with irritation. Her swatting hand did nothing, like trying to move a branch rather than a single, vexatious digit; but the Orc slowly retreated nonetheless, drawing back to scratch across his coarsely stubble-strewn jaw.<br/><br/>"One way or another," Khaldrash repeated. His voice was tinged with a distinct sardonic note that's thoroughly at odds with its perpetual deep growl. "Cryptic. Don't like being threatened – And Peg-Leg over there don't want his bar bloodied – so I'm going to pretend I don't hit girls. Proper fucking gentleman, me."<br/><br/>His orange eyes followed the contract down the front of Milena's dark dress. There's a sharp, tusked grin that seemed to say: never wanted to be a piece of paper before.<br/><br/>Thankfully, before Drash could make any such remark, Shara showed herself. The Orc grunted in vague, mirthless surprise when her voice rang out absently from beneath one of the empty tables. "The fuck are you doing down there? If you're gonna go crawling under tables, go suck off your boss." But Shara went on speaking, not that the mercenary can glean anything from it. He snorted disparagingly, nostrils flared like a bull about to charge. "None of that made any kind of sense. Broken time. Rotten sunsets. Bog-brained fucking swamp-slut."<br/><br/>Khaldrash caught the look Milena threw him, the eyeroll and the shake of her head. He replied with a dubious furrow of his brow and a derisive twitch, as if to say: at least you're not<em>her.</em>His momentary truce with Milena was broken, though, when Shara offered up her crawling plate of breakfast. "We're goin' into the wilds. Can't be fancy forever. You even brought anything to eat with you, or just more ink?" The huge hand that Milena had shooed away from her pendant now dropped to the Orc's side, extracting a piece of salty hardtack, which he tossed out to land in front of the Asmodean. "Better get used to it, unless you got a chef hiding under them skirts."<br/>