Luke dropped his goblet on the table then leaned back, "I'm set, dinner here ain't bad at all." Luke gestured Tal and they entered the room. Inside they found Jodie, Lictoral and Yesha in concvrsation. Lictoral smiled, "so you come from the same province then?" Jodie nodded, "they have many recruiters for this war, it really is a big conflict." "You got that right," Yesha commented. "who's this?" Luke asked. "my name is Jodie." Jodies eyes made their way to Tal, "an Orc?" Tal knew she was talking about him, "me!" Luke smiled at Tal, "yes you." Tal wiped some drool that collected on his lip off with his hand, "tired.." Luke pointed at a bed and Tal walked over to it and collapsed on it, nearly breaking the legs of the bed. Jodie whispered at Luke making sure Tal couldn't hear, "he seems a bit dull." Luke nodded, "he is.. But I treat as if he was my brother. Jodie looked confused, "Thats nice of you.. But why?" Luke looked at Jodie, "he was abandoned as a baby by his orc parents most likely due to his predicament. My father found him and brought him under his roof. Since then we've been together. I taught him how to fight. And I am his brains for the most part." "Thats sweet," said Jodie. Satars booming laughter ripped through the air, Lictoral shot up and ran to the door and pocked his head out.
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Lictoral saw it, Satar sat laughing as a tall elf, with typical pointed ears and a green tunic, had cider all over his face and a slender women wearing reavealing clothing, that held an empty goblet stood next to him. A disgusted look on her face. Rose herself was holding in laughter, nikki seemed confused as to what happened as Damrel and Conner snickered to themselves.
Satar caught his Breath, "hey elfie, you sure know how to talk to women!" Damrel snickered. The elf sighed, "I didn't mean it like that." Conner stood up, "leave him be I'm sure he didn't think that over." The girl crossed her arms. The elf turned to her, "I'm sorry, fletch." He held out his hand "Shelby" she shook it. Her dissapointed face unchanging. Damrel whispered into conners ear, as if they were already talking, "she ain't bad though." Conner smiled, "ha"