*In perfect Tien*
"Greetings and well met fellow Lodgers"
A mottled grey humanoid saunters into the room.
"I have been newly recruited by our Lady's administrators. I am named Gray of the UnderRoot of Clan Red Claw from Broken Fang Tribe. But you may address me simply as Gray."
"While my title may be impressive it simply denotes my standing within my tribe back home.
Where is home you may wonder. The southern region of the Tusk Mountains near the Ustalav border. Yes , I am of orcish decent and while some are detracted by this fact it is that which I have been recruited. "
This young lad that speaks can be no more than 20 odd summers old. And still he has a commanding presence.
"Please excuse my long windedness, it is my heritage and skill with languages that has brought me here. Although I am not privy to my Lady's ambitions I do hope that my serivice brings Her, the lodge and its members much honour."
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Hey, as long as you're no hobgoblin, you're fine with me! Keh!
*hands over a fine ceramic glass of bubbling plum sake to the muscled grey recruit*
We need all the muscle we can muster to rid the Aspis from the Tapestry. Just the other day I heard that yet another team of Pathfinders had fallen after delving into an ancient shrine. Torn to shreds, they say!
You best get used to not learning too much about Amara's ambitions, cawhhh. She is generous with hospitality but incredibly frugal with infomation. We serve as best as we can, though I would love more clues about her ongoing interest in the Way of the Kirin.