[Malkaer Andares]

The brightenings where Malkaer rushed in blindly to kill everything moving (which usually ended up in a bloody nose on his part) were over. Therefore the esh’lahier hesitated as he noticed the goblin. Not because it really mattered whether it was the good one, but because of his large company. He paused for a moment to reconsider his approach. This was not the right way to go about it. The shadow elf sneaked out of the tavern, leaving Kle’anther’s motionless body behind. The place was simply too dangerous to try and accomplish anything there.

Malkaer wanted to find out where Kle’anther’s house was. Perhaps the man had relatives whom had to be informed of their son’s, husband’s or father’s death. If he lived by himself Malkaer could at least take a rest there undisturbed. He set about to walk in Ire in a circle to find a location where esh’lahier or other non-orcs lived. If he saw another esh’lahier Malkaer would ask him if he knew about Kle’anther and where he lived. Hopefully his dead friend had given him his real name.