<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/>Those glinting orange eyes turned back to the table in time to see the hardtack tumble back across it in Khaldrash's direction. He matched Milena look-for-look, dark pupils going from biscuit to woman like an irreverent slave who refused to show due deference. "Hope that's true; hope you're hard as you act. We don't got time for weakness out there. If you aren't weak, good." Chomp. He's lifted up the object of their disagreement and bitten down, scattering dry crumbs across the table bellicosely, as if he'd bitten off a head and let the gore splatter rather than torn at a hunk of flour. It's a decisive act that definitively called their 'conversation' to an end in time for Davriel's approach.<br/><br/>Brooding a moment, Drash looked to the hissing serpent. Damned woman – literally – and her damned gibberish-snake. For a violent moment, he imagined taking her by that slender, lacey throat and  tossing her into the ocean to swim back to wherever hellhole she came from; but his civility has been bought and paid for today. Bah.<br/><br/>Khaldrash grunted out a solitary noise of agreement insofar as a plan is concerned. "Can't stay here forever. Time's wasting. What's the plan?" Even irritated as he was, the orc flashed a sharp, tusked grin at the prospect of getting underway. "Let's see what's out there."<br/><br/>