InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
The door opens, and a golden half-orc enters. Even then, at first, he seems to be something else, but no, the cut of his ears are clearly orcish, even if his features look particularly human.
He stares ahead with distant, shining eyes, a braid of golden hair down his back. His hands stand apart from the rest of him, as they are a deep crimson red, with tendrils of vermillion twining up his arms. His clothing is simple, and he is bare-chested, a greataxe slung on his back. The faint smell of the swamp clings to him.
"Ah, I have returned!" the half-orc responds, his voice far more sonorous than normal. "The swamp is clear of House Gabbiano, and the Granite Hierophant remains hidden."
He scans the room. "Yet none remain, except the new, and Elros is as silent as ever, aren't you, old boy?"
He turns to the elf. "Welcome to Venza," he says. "My name is Kanli. Please, have a drink on me. What brings you to Venza?"
Kanli extends a red hand in greeting.
He stares ahead with distant, shining eyes, a braid of golden hair down his back. His hands stand apart from the rest of him, as they are a deep crimson red, with tendrils of vermillion twining up his arms. His clothing is simple, and he is bare-chested, a greataxe slung on his back. The faint smell of the swamp clings to him.
"Ah, I have returned!" the half-orc responds, his voice far more sonorous than normal. "The swamp is clear of House Gabbiano, and the Granite Hierophant remains hidden."
He scans the room. "Yet none remain, except the new, and Elros is as silent as ever, aren't you, old boy?"
He turns to the elf. "Welcome to Venza," he says. "My name is Kanli. Please, have a drink on me. What brings you to Venza?"
Kanli extends a red hand in greeting.