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An orc wanders the streets of trollsbane, wounded, and a bit crazy. Earlier on he caused quite an uproar, about what, only those who where near heard of it. but after that he seemed to settle down.

Currently you may notice he is sleeping under a tree near the in, there a bloodstained bandage on the ground beside him and a fairly large wound, which is still open, on the back of his head, near his ear. The orc mumbles something about Rothman in his sleep, causing him to fall over sideways.

Now laying on the ground he stops all motion, simply letting the blood slowly drip out of his head. From afar hes wound simply looks like a read splotch. But close up you may notice that it is deeper than "just a scratch". This Orc needs treatment.

Achae cautiously walks down the mountain near the Union keeping widened eyes open. The golem she ran away from was east and she didn't know how fast or in what direction it would travel. Still carrying her sickle as her only weapon, almost comically holding it upright as you would a sword, she slowly peeks around the western cave before running toward the forest feeling much safer with the trees surrounding her. Passing Lurandir, she finally makes her way into the gate with a sigh of relief then giggles looking down at her "weapon" held tightly and shaking her head turns to gather herbs inside the city still looking for the elusive angerberry. Slowly making her way up the road, her bag is overrun with herbs when she spies the orc and dropping her sickle runs over to him kneeling down quickly, the same time reaching in a bag for her bandages looking at his head wound closely and whispering.

Can you hear me?