(https://64.media.tumblr.com/37414ba15e8dbb5c0850afc86f279815/34c121fdedc83979-79/s500x350/9909ace0c9d592c2d4b9c3cff36cefc552b)<br/><br/>Name: Kalin Va<br/>Location:The Barn<br/>Tagging:Bastion Jewels<br/><br/>An amused look crosses the features of Kalin Va, "the last time I truly indulged in spirits..." Unsure of whether or not he should continue, he says. "I laid waste to an orc raider camp, They were hitting merchants on the road and I had received payment plus 50% finders fee to find the thieves. I came across the raiders while the Three orcs were fighting over control of the beginnings of a war band, The First two went down easy, The Third challenged me to ritual single combat, I obliged as my people have similar rites. We fought with short swords and loin covering only. He would have been better if he wasn't convinced that brute strength would always win the day. I didn't make him suffer. As victor I had the right to all treasures of the band. In this case that's months of plunder, some goats, The Caravan you likely saw on your way in and the three OCR females." The stream of consciousness runs to a trickle while looking through Bastion and relating a time in his life. Then speaking almost as a detached scholar would, "They have such a strong musculature with in their nethers, truly amazing, if they didn't have a breeding season, I would have a hand full of half OCR children. And would have made more. I still have their heavy sweet musky scent in my nose" He shivers in exhilaration. "So yes,  I don't drink" He looks again, and takes the sip, savoring its flavor "you remind me of One that I knew on the merchant's road. So vibrant, and receptive." A smile and an animal presence are clear to you.<br/>