VickyVicky sheaths her sword. 'Why, we actually managed to avoid bloodshed for once,' she mentally rejoices. 'Good thing, too, because I'm fairly certain it would've been our blood first.' She looks a bit uncertain at the ogre, unsure what exactly he meant earlier. For the moment, she decides not to press the point unless he does first.
"We've encountered rats, flying things that strangle and the flies you speak of. But not the orcs. Where are they?" she asks the ogre.





Allyria - Drow Sorceress
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