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The two orcs were the first thing one would see. Normally guardsmen, they were hunted after the recent troubles but a suspicious amount seemed to join the guard at just the moment when the orc hatred was at its height. They now served he law and the man who hated to obey it. Dimitri Wladisyaw wore his usual patrolling garb, black trollskin armour which seemed well used, a black plate gorget wrapped about his throat, a black wilk eyepatch and heavy military boots. His bloak showed the entwined sigil of his house and of the city, a glorious amalgm.
He evidently had a purpose and moved towards the strange house casting looks about him as he did so. His mouth was stern and straight, and the sword and large leather gauntlets that hung from his waist made him a threat though not so much as the heavily armed and armoured orcs who looked like they could handle a weapon.
"Renault what a suprise" He smiled as he met the man extending a hand with a view to a firm handshake, "No time for drinking now, are you heading into the house down there?" He smiled and began to walk himself indicating the man should follow. "Come I wish to know why you harass patrons outside bars these days?"
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