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Farael sees his first orc, without his bow handy
Everyone in Farael's table was still introducing themselves - sometimes he would think people liked to make all those longs introductions rather than actually talk - when the door opened and a dark figure walked in, almost stumbling all the way to a dark corner. Immediately Farael grabbed the long knife he always kept on his boot, luckily not the same boot lil' Pip had been so happily chewing at, yet he was not sure why he had done so. Then Teluyaviel confirmed what he had feared all along. It was an orc! What was an orc doing here? Should he attack it, even here at the Inn? then he realized that the dwarves and the elf in his table were likely better in fighting than himself, at least while having only a knife.
With all these thoughts in his mind, Farael looked around for a clue on what to do next. He had only been at the Inn for less than a day and he did not know if Orcs were actually welcomed in its grounds. Something in the looks of Teluyaviel told him they were not.
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