HavocAndZeal
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Orion would cough gently, tugging at his hand-wrappings. His voice echoing faintly from his metal mask as he contemplated aloud the strange poster. “They intend to fight, whilst the world deliberates? It is well enough that there are still those who wish to protect the free peoples. I should search further, if only to know the truth.” He would leave his own marking, a crude reconstruction of his face-wear, and a location, “Near the Firelands.”
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Orion examines the man briefly, nodding once as he speaks up in a low, even tone. “For now, seeing the city is enough. I hesitate to excuse it as wanderlust, as I’ve yet to find the sunny disposition I might otherwise be able to return to you. But, then, it’s been a long trip for me.” He tugs at his heavy shawl, the covering for the shabbily cobbled armor he retrieved from a less-fortunate companion, who had offered it to Orion through hacking coughs. “Do you know anyone looking for workers? Preferably out of the town. I’m not eager to stay another night in a small box, again...”
