AC: 18 | HP: 12/12 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13
Sitting in deep contrast to the rough-looking Duergar is the short one. With sandy blonde hair that's sun-kissed and tied into a ponytail, and jade green eyes that shine with an innocence of one who's had few troubles in life, Orchard looks curiously on at everything. Coming not too far from the city, out in the Rostland countryside, he knows well enough that his attachment to this group was because other merchants hadn't volunteered. Still, it isn't troubling to him at all.
The truth of the matter is, Orchard himself isn't entirely sure what matter of creature he is, the best he can describe himself is "Gnomish", with his longer ears and short stature, but he lacks the vibrant hair and other qualities that make the Gnomes stand out. He lacks the big, hairy feet to make him a proper Halfling either. He too accepts this. It's a great big world with many, many kinds of peoples out there. He is simply one among them.
Wearing armor that's clearly new, and favoring a large, wooden staff over his shortbow, he might seem at home as a member of a town watch... in a safe, secluded farmstead... perhaps as assistant to the town watch. Anyone with real experience in a fight can tell the young man is green, which for such a bold and dangerous quest is curious.
"This is a very nice home." Orchar's unassuming, carefree voice matches the simple compliment. "Must take a lot of work to maintain it, like a farm but instead of crops you get a pleasant view."
Orchard gives a great big stretch of his arms, or at least as great of a stretch as a shortfolk can have. So many people. Are we all going to the Stolen Lands or is she choosing only some of us?
Mechanics
Main Hand: Empty
Action: Your action goes here. HD: 1/1d10 Foe Slayer: 2/2 |