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A very old, and very crooked orcen woman takes a quill from her pouch and scrawls a note upon the wall. She then pulls the shawl that she always wears around her head, and leaves, awaiting an answer. Dear Captain Irenicus and company, I request citizenship of Troll's Bane, Yours, Madame Ingrid Thun...

An old, wrinkled woman, wearing rather plain clothes approaches the wall. It is obvious she is an orc, but time and sorrow have distorted her features and her mind. She writes her name on the wall..


I have been here long enough to be put on this list,


Ingrid Thunk

*the parchment is removed*