<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/>Khaldrash's chest rose, nostrils flared, drinking in the outdoor air in a great gulp. For the restless mercenary, it was good to be moving again. Shara was at his side, and when he spoke, he looked at her with a bark of deep, booming laughter. "Hah! I'm impressed: you finally said something fucking sensible. That's what I'm wondering too. Who's making a road in the middle of nowhere – and where does it go?" Tusks flashed in an eager grin. "Way I see it, the road's got to lead somewhere good, else why bother with it?"<br/><br/>By this time, they've taken one of the narrow paths through the foliage. A cabin came into view, and then a hunter. A jackass with a jackrabbit. Perfect. "No predators? That don't seem right. You sure there's nothing 'round here that eats rabbits, old man?" The orc cast a dubious look around into the greenery beyond, as if he might find some lurking, predatory beast then and there.