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With a bowed head "I'm Morn, meant no offense. I'm rather new as well." She looks up and flexes her muscles, almost unconsciously. "I joined the Pathfinders to help be the wall that protects those who can't protect themselves. I hear the Pathfinders are always looking to higher muscle. I thought I would do my part and also test my strength. I must admit I am also unfamiliar with the Shadowlodge... "

Morn leans in trying not to look too interested in what being a pathfinder is. Trying to play it cool in a bar she is unfamiliar with she finds herself listening in from behind a mug of ale.

"You assumed correctly." She sakes his hand with a firm grip. "It's good to meet you too, the names Morn Sharp-Tusk. I'm afraid this will be my first mission, but it sounds like you all have been on one before. You can all teach me the ways of a pathfinder!" She laughs good-naturedly and takes a quick drink of her ale. Looking around the room she tries to remember what she has heard about this place. knowledge local untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

"Besides, we don't mind waiting." Morn brushes back her rain soaked hair to look for a menu. "I'll take an ale while we wait"

history: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5 "Is there anyone in the bar we should keep an eye out for? Anyone we should be avoiding I mean?

Morn raises an eyebrow to her companions as if to ask if this is what was expected. She then pulls out a silver coin and tosses it to the stranger. "It's not much, but I hope this helps. We are looking for someone named Drandle, any chance you know where to find them?"

" An Ettin!? Well it seems that you have a strong group, I hope to be of service. I have been told that during battle I can lose myself in rage, so far it has proven helpful. But it would be best to get to know the group before diving in, as they say"

"My apologies, I wasn't sure how many to expect. Have you all been traveling together long?"

Slamming all four legs of her chair down to the floor the half-orc woman stands to her full height of 6'5". "Well it looks like it's time to get a move on. The name is Morn Sharp-tusk, nice to meet you both." As she moves forward she rolls her shoulders and neck to stretch, reaching the door she looks back. "Ready?"

Leaning back in a chair with her feet up on the table is a muscular half-orc. Her long black hair reaching to her waist where a longsword is hanging from a belt. She smiles then replies.

Hopefully it's nothing too boring.

First time post :)

1d20 + 5; 1d8 + 4

Hopefully this works