[Malkaer Andares]

To his surprise the esh’lahier acted before Malkaer could approve. Having gained some proficiency at reading people the newcomer realized that his wound, caused by one of the orc’s shamans, was something unusual and that Rol’aer or Kle’anhter or whatever his name was recognized it. No doubt a plan was forming in the seemingly friendly shadow elf’s mind to abuse his kin. So too construed Malkaer his own plan to deal with the situation.

In the esh’lahier adventurous days he had liked the being in a good old fashioned tavern with wenches, booze and above all fighting. The Beer Tent was probably the orc’s heaven on Telath for orcs with the same taste as Malkaer used to have. Today the nobleman generally thought of them as filthy places for the mob to get their base pleasures. Which was tolerable as long as they were able to toil next brightening for their lord and did not cause too much unrest.

The pale elf avoided showing his disgust which would mark him an outsider even more. The last thing Malkaer was interested in was to get caught up in a Beer Tent melee. Among humans bar brawls were not that bad, but these orcs were all a size too big to dance with.

No ****, Malkaer thought at Rol’aer’s words of caution. No way he was leaving him alone in this place. “I’ll follow you to the bar ok.” Aside from avoiding the patrons of the inn Malkaer wanted to keep an eye on his esh’lahier friend.