Kerzoth/Ivanhoe
Morning
Round 0
"Guess your kind arnt all bad," the tavern wench mutters as she walks away.
Hrgach smiled and sipped his ale. “Only when we want to be,” he said. He was still going to be watchful for any of Turich’s mercenary forces to come looking for their leader -- or revenge. They might likely come for the town first, though. That might get them a bit of a head start, at least.
The human woman returned, freshly washed. Hrgach eyed her. She was a competent fighter, at the least. The fight had provided the opportunity to size her up, at the least. Though she was a bit reckless.
The minotaur returned, too. He was a sneaky bastard for something so big. That could be useful.
"Where are the rest of you? Odrin is finished caravan needs loading," Gheedon announced as he entered.
“So load it,” Hrgach said, not moving and sipping his ale. “You hired fighters, not porters.” Hrgach smirked at the exhausted orc that went stomping out to look for the others.
The others started hauling things down from upstairs, however. Hrgach sighed with annoyance. He kicked his boots down from the table and headed upstairs. “Why wasn’t it already loaded?” he muttered.
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Inspiration: 1
AC: 17 (chainmail, defensive fighting style)
HP: 13/13 Vitality: 17/17 HD: 1/1d10
Saving Face (1/R)
Second Wind (1/R)
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