Elion stands beside Saadia and Lydia near the dragon’s corpse, its dark scales dull beneath the rain. Beyond them, Lioran continues moving among the wounded survivors, renewing his broad healing circle.
A young orc, a young adult male orc with a broad, tusked face, a dark fur mantle, and weathered brown leather harnesses, crests the scorched path at a run. He is immense even at a distance, with olive-green skin, long black hair, broad shoulders, and powerful arms marked by old scars.
He covers the remaining distance on foot before skidding to a halt at the battlefield’s edge. Dust and ash whirl around his heavy boots as he stares at the ruined inn.
The Young Orc
By the old stones... I heard the commotion from miles away. What happened here?
The orc’s astonishment gives way to cautious respect as his gaze travels from the shattered buildings to the fallen dragon. He approaches slowly, keeping his empty hands visible.
The Young Orc
My name is Oskar. I am looking for adventure, and this is the greatest thing I have ever seen. Are any of you still in danger?
Saadia
The danger has passed, but many are hurt. If you mean to help, speak with Lioran first. Then tell us why you came.
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