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Dirge is a small half-orc, much more the size of one of the extinct races like Human. He makes up for his physical disadvantage with something rare among the Half-orcs though, a keen knowledge of the world and people. Picking up some dirt in his hands, Dirge holds it to his face and takes in a deep breath, smelling the soil. With his lungs filled, he blows the dirt out of his hands and across the great fire before him. He looks to the cloud for answers of the night, attempting to draw on his ancestral Sylph blood and the element of Air. "...There is something different about tonight.."
Dirge nods to Dur'rok's sentiments. "They pick away at us while Gulrog fails to find their true host in the hills. We should be living in the night haunting them, not this way around. I'm tired of sitting within the Horde while these dogs kill our warriors slowly." Dirge kicks a burning log like the frustrated child he is. |
