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Havi looked around at all the townspeople. Two kids were brought inside by their mother, and the father (a farmer, by the looks of it) peered out from behind kitchen curtains. Why were people looking at them wierdly? It was because strange people and races were not widely accepted in Vers. Usually, orcs were rude violent creatures that harmed others, and the people of Vers, being a smallish town, tried to not accept violent races as to try to keep their home a safe place.
Havi looked back at the orc. "Oh..." The accidental expression on his face gave away the fact he was not telling the truth. "Travellers... They don't usually arrive at this time of the day... Because..." Havi looked away from Julton for a second, "Because the forest around here is dangerous." He paused for a second then cleared his throat.
The eyes that were following Julton kept glancing behind them, so Havi looked back down the road. There was another traveller on horseback, wielding a large spear. He had a large green cloak draped over his shoulders and head, and a cross bow slung over his torso. He wasn't travelling at a fast pace, nor a slow pace, but he was catching up quite quickly. Havi could not make out the mans face, for hte cloak covered it. However, he could tell the man was probably an elf, due to the slim figure, and a soldier of Vers, due to the type of sadle on the horse.
"You..." He cleared his throat again, looking at Julton. "You'd better have your plan ready, for what y... you are doing in Vers..."
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