<div align="center">(https://s15.postimg.cc/44axj1svf/generatedtext.png) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1680965)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">AWFUL GOOD ● MALE ● HALF-ORC ● ORADIN: 3/3 </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">HP: 41/41 ● AC: 23 ● Saves: 11/7/11 ● Status: Normal </span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s15.postimg.cc/6lmoqhs97/Orc-_Blooded_Fighter.png)</div>Mentioned: Demidicus, Vasodel, Crispin, Iolanna, Sislas<br/><br/>Grom winced as an all too familiar voice called out to him. Having absolutely no desire to get his ear chewed off by the overly talkative dhampir, he decided right there and then that he would rather walk than get on the second carriage. Rather than raising his voice to reply, he gave the creepy man a curt wave, before conveniently placing his back to him, and turning his full attention to his fellow passengers in Patchski's carriage.<br/><br/>Thus far, that was the petite elvish woman, though it seemed a safe bet that the two she had been talking with would join them. She seemed a tad dishevelled really, though that was hardly a reason to discriminate, being a fairly typical state of affairs amongst anybody travelling. Grom was feeling a tad dishevelled himself, though he hid it well. He was looking forward to a nice hot bath, once he was safely home. He eyed her mace, a heavy choice of weapon for such a small frame, and decided that she might not be quite so frail as she would let you believe.<br/><br/>Her elvish companion seemed to be standing up to the rigors of travelling considerably better. The small snippet of conversation he'd overheard was more than enough to convince Grom of the man's academic abilities, though, in his honest opinion of him thus far, the elf was doing an excellent job of portraying himself as a fop, though, as far as Grom was concerned, you could do a lot worse than that.<br/><br/>The other woman who had been talking to the pair surprised him, heading to speak with the second carriage driver rather than joining them in the first. She was conservatively dressed in practical travelling clothes, though shapely enough to have caught the attention of more than one of the men already.  Grom briefly watched her glide up to Samual, before moving on.<br/><br/>His eyes settled on the priest of Urgathoa, as he made his way back to board the first carriage. With his dark robes, tattoos, and shaved head, he cut a sinister figure, though it was nothing particularly unusual around Urgasburg. Still, Grom prefered to avoid dealings with the priests where possible, if only because most of them seemed to be of the opinion that the fire brigade was a waste of resources. Still, they were positively invaluable for keeping the mindless undead from bothering you during the night. Fires didn't care about truces after all, and so nor did firemen. Not much wonder, it was considered one of the most decidedly dangerous occupations in the city.