A large half-orc wanders through High Hold, sticking to the shadows. It stops as it hears a small group of men talking around a notice nailed to a board. The only words it catches are the words wyvern and tracker, but they seem to be enough for the half orc to approach the notice board. On seeing the half orc approach, the men look uncomfortable and move on. The large green armoured creature stares at the notice for some time, brows furrowed as if concentrating hard, willing for the words to make sense... It then apparently gives up, grunts loudly, and moves on.dergon darkhelm wrote:Rathalan Whitsword is now seeking trackers or woodsmen who could quide him to the wyvern nesting site in hopes that the militia can be be recovered. The Helmite Guardian has also posted notice seeking blades willing to aid in slaying the beast and culling any young.
((i.e., I'd be keen if you grab me))