1st Wolf: [Action]

[doomhammered]

[There is a very tall, green, muscular man walking through the roads of Luceti.  He's got the wings and the journal under his arm, so he must be a new feather, but he hasn't yet made use of his journal, it seems.  Despite that, he appears to have a good idea of where he's going, turning right where he needs to go in order to reach the center of

Comments

[hyperactivrival]

[Pearl here is supposed to be looking for his Pokemon, but then he kinda stopped in his tracks because, oh wow... big green guy, with huge muscles and stuff. That's something you don't see everyday.]

Woah.

[doomhammered]

[Thrall turns to look down at the young human, an impassive expression on his face.]

Yes, young one?

[hyperactivrival]

[Is speechless right now. First that rabbit-woman, now this guy. What kind of madness is this?!]

[doomhammered]

[After a brief moment of waiting for the child to speak, Thrall decides on a different tactic.]

I mean you no harm.

[hyperactivrival]

Uhm... right, okay... I'll live with that. [He decides to change the topic...]

What are you, anyway?

[doomhammered]

My people are called orcs, youngling.

[hyperactivrival]

Orcs, got it. [Nods.]