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Kal chuckled at the similair sized Orc. "You're a fool if you think it's still there. This town is known for it's mythical Thieves Guild. Not to mention, it holds a high population of thieves anyway. Your stuff is gone. From Bandits, Highwaymen, beasts.... something," he replied to his statement of leftover supplies. "I wouldn't object to checking it out, for safety, but I personally hold to my previously stated belief that we'll find nothing," he added.

Tjaden coughed polietly at Kal and motioned towards Laren.
"You are welcome to join us..." Tjaden said to the other Orc, "We have a habit of forming fast friendships and for finding trouble. At the very least, it will provide some entertainment till you leave Haven and head for friendlier territory."

That being said, Tjaden moved to follow Laren.
((Also, if we still have the dwarf's body, Ill carry that to. Not sure what we did with that.....))

Kal smiled at the orcs's odd, if not crass actions of protection. Then continued to follow Laren. He didn't disappear from them because he wanted the reward from the council of Magi. He would soon find his way back to the guild though. As he caught up to walking beside Laren, "I like him," he commented on Brurag, wondering her personal opinion, if she had one yet.

Kal nodded, "Then it's a good thing we need rest," he replied lightly and jokingly. He noticed the glares, but being slightly sleep deprived, he was a bit off his game and didn't act like he usually would.

Selce reassured herself by checking the Orb. After that she remembered she needed to make sure the items they had found were useful and cast an IDENTIFY spell on the sword. She figured the cloak could wait until after it wasn't full of a magical orb that may or may not do something when she cast a spell on the thing that covered it."Can we hurry? I don't know about the rest of you, but a day in a tomb throwing spells at things is quite exhausting." She commented.

Kal piped in on that note. "I believe we all need refills. Health potions are running low, as well as a search for a store with enchanted items after our visit with the Magi might come in handy. I'll go shopping for things after our visits with the two higher up groups. Then we can all find a little more relaxation. Who knows, maybe they'll give.... What is your name anyhow?" he asked the Orc. "Perhaps they'll give you a pin of honor like they did Tjaden," he stated. He figured that would be in their best interest to see if they could. Without the pin, Brurag fit in here, like a ***** did in a jail cell with other prisoners. Not very well, to say the least. He figured they could drink and find something to eat while he shopped, he could visit the thieves guild, and still get back in time this afternoon to catch some shut eye.

Erron scratched his head as they walked before addressing Brurag

"Where do you come from? Its strange that you were captured in such close proximity to Haven."

Making a sort of mocking grunt he quickly said "Hah...like any human would give me what shreds of honor they have left........." He did not expect anyone to voice a response so he walked in silence until finally they began questioning him about who he was and what he was doing here.

"My name is Brurag Grugash and I have lived most of my life in the land of the humans, although I have been in Dwarven and Elvish territory for a short time. I was born into a large and somewhat peaceful nomadic tribe of orcs. They still taught the true ways of the warrior and how to use one's anger as a weapon, but they were not aggressive or in any kind of conquest. They traded well with human caravans and were slowly becoming accepted by most in the human territory. Around the time of my seventeenth summer in this world some human hired a very large and successful band of mercenaries to exterminate the nomads and so it was. About a third of us were captured though and spent our lives in cages or on leashes, working as slaves or being executed for disobedience. Close to two summers later, in the late of winter on a cold and dark moonless night we found freedom. The foolish mercenaries had become so successful that their camp was crowded with cages and slaves. Other orcs and all manner of beasts of all shapes and sizes, each monstrous in their own way, littered the camp. Someone managed to undo many a cage and soon all the cells were open, all the chains were broken. The humans fought hard and cut down a great deal of my brethren and the beasts they had captured, but in the end they were simply overwhelmed. I took what orcs were left and created a group bent on revenge, crippling human supply lines and pillaging small settlements, finally exacting my revenge. It wasn't long though before the human's formed a large, well armed, and well armored military and set out to slaughter us. So we disbanded and went our separate ways until things would die down. I continued exacting my revenge, only on a smaller scale, getting enough to get by and staying one step ahead of angry search parties and mobs. I have lain low for the past year, letting it be believed that the terrible bandit had been slain or driven off. I had made a mistake in camping too close to a human city and my campsite was most likely spotted by a sentry of some sort. They caught me off guard and hauled me off to be executed for I was an orc. And as my early life had shown me, that was some horrid crime in the land of humans. If it eases your minds at all though, I really had been done with my days of pillaging. I planned on trying to get enough supplies to travel back to orc territory and see it with my own eyes, as I have grown sick of the human lands and more-so the humans themselves."