Locke, the Exiled wrote: On one of his ten-minute breaks, Locke heads out and begins voraciously eating his delicious stew. Upon noticing Echane, he gives a nod and says "Hail, Echane," then continues eating his stew. "Like the weather? I did not expect it to get that cold today." She replies, sitting nearby.
Echane, curious about the newcomer and his animal friend, follows Locke at a respectful distance to observe him. When he goes to the inn she finds a good sample group to compare against him, and finds the locals a bit less.. courteous than Locke. She would have to ask him why he was different later on when he wasn't busy. if that time ever came.
Corian Smither wrote:
"Well, if I'm correct and this is written in the Orc tongue, I know a spell that will let me read it as if it were in Common." Taking a moment to look at the writing, Echane nods to herself and casts her spell.
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