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The young Dorin blinked, and opened his mouth, hesistating. His mouth would slide shut, and he would give a sideways glance over to the Orc, his nose twitching a bit. He would give a few discreet sniffs, and would appear to be straining to hide a face. The orc had a smell about him, yet the Dorin wasn't about going to say that out loud. Giving the elf in front of him what seemed to be a forced smile, he would give a short little bow, and slowly shuffle off toward the official-looking orc. Glancing back at the elf, he would offer a toothy smile, his white fangs shining a bit.
"Thank you, kind sir!"
Kelrell had a very light red/brown looking fur, not very much of a thick-coat either. While the rest of his clothes looked fairly dirty and a little messed up, his coat was quite clean, as if he made sure to clean it every day. His body in general seemed very well groomed, his clothes were really the only thing that looked as if they would need some work in the department of cleanliness, and somewhat in the department of smell, as well. As he approached the orc, he would snap into another firm salute, staring straight into the orcish eyes. His eyes would flicker around for a moment, lighting on what he considered to be odd dress for what he had heard about orcs, but then his black orbs would slide back to meet Dzrgs. He would let loose with the exact same sentence he had given the elf, still holding his stiff salute.
"I am here to sign up for the trip to Arakmat, SIR!"
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