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An odd lot, different breeds and most of them seemed rather useless. There was another elf, one who seemed to sweat a lot, but the bard just smiled at the Silrosian. He stood there, a light sheen running over his hide as the sun came down. Eir’helm wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, there was some sort of animal making eyes at him, disturbing looks.
He was starting to wonder if the animal was into elven boys. It was a disturbing thought, but then as some extra clothes were offered it seemed preferable to a dorin eyeing him.
“Thank you” he said, eyeing the bags, as another little idea crosses his half baked mind.
“Where are we going anyw... oh, right, orcs...” Well, that couldn’t have been that hard. With a little shrug, he went to dressing himself properly, not for need to escape the sun, but to escape QM’s gaze.
It was just that with mounting a camel that he pulled his drum up to his lap. There was a few beats that followed, that and a question, one he thought was rather wise.
“Why the feth do we care about Orcs? Can’t we go travel to the temple beyond the great mountains, go enslave some savages, or try to loot one of the pyramids?”
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