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*DarKarath seeing the Guthrie approach stands behind his shield and puts his mace behind the shield as well, out of sight, but not out of strike.

*take a step to the left and front of drake and holds ground

The guthrie nods at Dallid's question and responds in a very fast paced voice, "I've done plenty of traveling in my day of course, though I've run across fewer people than earlier in my life. I myself am heading eastward, which explains why we ran into each other. Same road. Different directions. Bound to meet. Hope your journey is fruitful and that we meet again to share our tales."

*Drake places a hand on DarKaraths shoulder and gives him a thanking nod. He will then step forward and address the Guthrie*

"Well met friend, I am Drakelenas Elderich of Haven. I think a passing of information might be in order. As you have come from the West where we are traveling, and us the East where you are headed. As for ourselves, we come from a town called Haven that can be found a days travel from here. If you are in need of a place to stay for the night or a good hard drink you will be welcomed there. So what can you tell us of yourself and the West from which you came?"

"Hmmm, not much to the West to be honest, nothing but a bunch of orcs. Watch out for them, they're in a bit of a foul mood...wait a minute, Haven, they said something about that...something about some fight...ah well, I'm sure it wasn't important..."

“We might indeed find such information of value. Did they experience this fight in the past, or do they plan it for the future? Perhaps you might also provide us an impression of their numbers and ambitions. Please – we would enjoy a more detailed tale of your encounter with these Orcs.”

The Guthrie looks around the area and, finding a nice large rock, he plants himself upon it and gets comfortable. "Well, since you asked for a story and all, don't mind if I do. I can always spare a minute or two for a good story. Let's see, where to start, where to start." He stares off into space for what seemed like an hour but in reality was probably only a minute or two before finally continuing, "Ah yes, I guess the beginning would do. But you're probably not interested in all that. Just the Orcs and the fighting, not my childhood certainly and not the incident with the mudpie and the elf, definitely not, though what a funny story that is, but NO! I've been working on staying on topic but I'm not very good at it because, well, there's so much to tell and very rarely does anyone actually ask for a story..." He takes a deep breath and smiles and then continues. "My name, I should start with my name. It's Wicksel, Wicksel Longbottom, a pleasure to meet all of you. Now, what would you like to hear about," he asks crossing his legs and looking at everyone expectantly. "Oh yeah, the Orcs, where's my head. I'm not sure how many exactly, never took the time to count, but quite a few, and while they fought in the past, they were definitely talking about the fight to come, something about a gross betrayal of the grandest order...that's their words, not mine...Anyway, they're very tough. Very tough. I'm talking Ogre strength combined with Guthrie courage thank you very much combined with cheetah smarts, so you'd best remember that if you ever see them, and then run of course. I would. Not because I'm afraid mind you, but because I know better. Though I did have a nice conversation with them and then simply walked away so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Play it by ear...So what else do you want to learn about?"

*Kidwynn appears to be deep in thought as if trying to figure out what orcs the guthrie is refering to. From the look upon her face, she appears to have an idea or two.*

*DarKarath smirks and then chuckles at the Guthries mannerisms

*Starts head on a swivel of the area, just from a gut feeling that something might be afoot, but is still keeping an ear open, listening to the little mans story.

*Drake finds a rock close to Wicksel on which to sit. Drake then begins to clean off the rock brushing off the dirt and leaves. When Drake is done with that he takes off his weapons and begins to clean them. Drake will be talking the whole time he is doing this*

"Well Master Longbottom it is a pleasure to meet you as well. I have come to notice that Guthries have last names that reflect them in some sort of way, but you don't seem any taller then any other Guthrie I have ever meet. So I wonder where your names origins come from? But that too is another story that I hope to share with you at some point in the near future. Now to keep on topic. You talked about having a conversation with these orcs and having heard the name of Haven. There is also a part about a "gross betrayal of the grandest order" as you put it. This is something that I would really like to learn about." *Drake will give Wicksel a puzzled look and lean in towords him. Drake will then brush off the foliage and dirt from the mans shirt and straighten out his collar* "There we go."

**Lambic jiggles a little as he shift his weight at the rear of the group. He has been, in contrast to his normal character, very quite on this trip.**

*Atrum stands across the road from Drake and the guthrie leaning against a tree, with a quick glnce he appears not to be paying attention at all, focusing on cleaning dirt from under his nails, but every time there is a sound in the woods his ears perk up and his head turns that way silghtly*

*Dallid stands in place, listening attentively to Wicksel’s every word, nodding occasionally.*

Wicksel looks at Drake as if he had lost his mind when he starts brushing off Wicksel's shirt. He quickly disregards it and says almost hesitantly (for him anyways), "Not much of a story that one. When I was born, others thought I was mostly butt, thus Longbottom, and while the rest of me caught up with my butt, the name stuck. What're you gonna do? Anyway, yes, I'm sure it was Haven...could have been Shaven I guess, but I'm pretty sure...But yes, a gross injustice, so maybe someone threw a rotten egg at them or something because that's pretty gross yessiree. Anyway, bottom line is you were seen if you know what I mean, and they ain't rightly happy with what it is they saw, whatever it is it was, you see?"

"A betrayal is what they said, correct? Not injustice. For justice can result from betrayal."

"But why do you think the Orcs were willing to both talk to you and let you leave, rather than add you to their food stores? Please relate to us the full tale of your encounter, from the first moment you saw them to the last. As an additional challenge, attempt to do so without embelishment - sticking as close to fact as possible."

* Chuckles

"Then that wouldnt make for much of a story then would it?"

*Walks over to place himself off to the left of Drake, and behind the main part of the group looking off into the woods and watching/waiting