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Re: Brothers on a Grim Holiday (Smokefish and CourageWolf)
Emeron would follow his brothers lead, trying to keep up best he could, which wasn't an easy task. Much like his lupine brother, Emeron would travel in silence, not even conversing with Alenya during it. As Syran eventually caught the tracks of what would appear to be a large fighting force, Emeron would grimace upon hearing his brothers words. "I doubt we could fight a warband of that size, not if there is only the two of us.", the large bear looked solemn for a moment, having unwittingly reminded himself about the current state of their tribe.
The news of a nearby village, or rather town by the size of it, was of some comfort, at least. The appearance of mixed races wasn't bad, until he took notice of the Orcs. It wasn't something that made him happy, but right now, the prospect of a meal and a bed was enough for him to ignore such a thing. Emeron wasn't used to visiting settlements other than their own tribe, he had done it a few times, just enough to know that it was in his best interest to behave reasonably.
As Syran stepped into view, Emeron would linger slightly, a little nervous, but soon followed suit. His steps slow and ponderous, and he would put away his mace and shield, to appear as non-threatening as a two meters tall bearman could. He wouldn't speak though, Syran was handling that for the time being, thankfully.
Emeron would follow his brothers lead, trying to keep up best he could, which wasn't an easy task. Much like his lupine brother, Emeron would travel in silence, not even conversing with Alenya during it. As Syran eventually caught the tracks of what would appear to be a large fighting force, Emeron would grimace upon hearing his brothers words. "I doubt we could fight a warband of that size, not if there is only the two of us.", the large bear looked solemn for a moment, having unwittingly reminded himself about the current state of their tribe.
The news of a nearby village, or rather town by the size of it, was of some comfort, at least. The appearance of mixed races wasn't bad, until he took notice of the Orcs. It wasn't something that made him happy, but right now, the prospect of a meal and a bed was enough for him to ignore such a thing. Emeron wasn't used to visiting settlements other than their own tribe, he had done it a few times, just enough to know that it was in his best interest to behave reasonably.
As Syran stepped into view, Emeron would linger slightly, a little nervous, but soon followed suit. His steps slow and ponderous, and he would put away his mace and shield, to appear as non-threatening as a two meters tall bearman could. He wouldn't speak though, Syran was handling that for the time being, thankfully.