<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/>From the corner of his eyes, Khaldrash watched the hushed exchange between Twin and his employer. A stone was set between them and Davriel made no move to lift it. The dhampir stood, excusing himself for breakfast. "You got your choice of bugs for breakfast, boss," The Orc remarked with a terse jerk of his head in the direction of Shara's bowl... and the writhing centipede she was holding up like a choice morsel.<br/><br/>"There. Now he isn't busy," Drash deadpanned down at the slave girl. "Bright man's real indifferent now." He spared a glance at Twin, eyes slightly narrowed. It's not that he didn't trust the wizard; it's just that there's something unsettling about the whole scene. "Surreal, huh?" He grunts to the mostly-assembled team. "Tells us 'bout how the world's going to end then sits back down to read his book like it don't matter to him."