Honaw was a great many things; a reaver, a thief, a slayer a wanderer of the lands and seas with great melancholy and even greater mirth. He had been called a Barbarian and the title stuck.  His father casting him out after his wife lied and Honaw’s Orc lineage began to manifest itself.  Honaw had stolen a bag of gold and ran, never looking back.  He has no home, no family, no allegiance save to his blade and the song it sings in the air as he wields it.  That was how he had ended up in Bishan in the first place. Honaw had taken a job to hunt and forcibly “disband” a local group of misfit thieves that were both way too young and refused to recognize the local Guilds.  Honaw had found them and laughed as they drew their weapons and charged him.  “That’s good,” He chuckled dodging the first attackers strike and landing a blow on his chest that sent him reeling backwards into one of his friends, “Fire is needed to forge a good weapon, but so is ice.” He stood solid as a rock as the next attacker came.  Honaw sidestepped the charge letting his opponent trip and fall of his own accord.  Honaw however missed the crafty one that snuck up behind him and clipped his shoulder with a knife. Spinning around and drawing his great weapon he swung stopping just short of the would be assailant and declared, “If I kill you, I am bound for hell weakling.  And that is a price I shall gladly pay for my sins.  But you are not worth the blood in your veins.”  Turning the blade and thumping the assailant on the head with the flat of his blade.  “You must learn its discipline.” Honaw spat at the band turning and walking away.  “For no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.” smiling as he gives his Axe a flourish and sheaths it, “Now this? This you can trust.”<br/><br/>Leaving the alley Honaw passed one of the cries on the street as the caravan pulled into town. ‘the half-Orcs are a nice touch,’ Honaw chuckled to himself as the man started in giving his speech. Looking around he saw three individuals that might be of interest.  Not new faces he had seen them around the outpost as he poked around.  The archer seemed like a decent enough fellow, and this spear man was certainly not lacking in self-confidence.  And the elf, they usually have magic of some kind, and she reeked of an old magic.  ‘hmmm,’ thought Honaw, ‘this could turn out to get quite interesting indeed.’  Honaw followed the elf onto the stage and got a bag of gold and tapped her on the shoulder as they left the caravan, “excuse me,” he said making sure to be our of hands reach when she turned, having been hit one to many times when people spun to see him, “if you’re really interested in going an adventuring there seems to be a party forming if you’d care to lend your talents I’m going to go ask to combine forces and go after this treasure together and we may get a bigger payout for completing it faster.”<br/>