(5.24 PBP) Vault of the Dracolich (IC) Redux

[Leatherhead]

"Er, right, sorry." Copper corrects himself before stopping for the sudden lights and sound show.

The Goliath turns to quickly size up the old orc, noting his above-average physical condition, which was more impressive given his age. "Sure, I got no objections to him."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Urgan is caught unexpectedly by Merrick's words, and he blushes. For someone with green skin, the flush comes across as a forest green, an embarrassing colour for any orcflesh. He clears his throat. "That's... that's very kind of you Merrick. I can offer what service I can. I'm no warrior like so many of you, but what guidance I may offer, I will happily provide" He looks around the room. Many have brought their packs with them. Scamp appears to bre asleep, drooling on the carpet.

"I see no need in waiting. Would all be ready to leave within the hour?" He looks to the wizard for confirmation. "If so, then say your farewells. If You've not spoken up, please let us hear your names. We enter this challenge as comrades, not as strangers."