rue-the-orc:

/Rue presses a hand against her temple and mutters to herself./ I don’t need to walk with others to survive. /She sits down on the ground, absorbed in her thoughts./

/Footsteps are heard near and out of a small path comes Drawilan. A bit of blood can be seen on his armor and his mace. When he sees Rue, the confused expression he had when arriving changes to a relief and warm smile./

Rue ! Is that really you ? What a pleasant and odd surprise to see you here ! /He looks around him./ …What are you doing here ?

An introduction sounds like the best thing to do right now.

Hello, My name’s Drawilan, the strongest orc in the area.

I ain’t talking big. Alright maybe a bit but, y’know, I never met anyone brave enough to beat me down ! I’m a mercenary and adventurer since I can properly fight, which was pretty early. Exploring the world and its dangers is my entire life.

My mother raised me like the strong orc she was and she did a pretty goddamn job. She taught me the art of smithing and the basics of fighting with a sword, but also how to be a good orc and do the right choices, “not like your looser of a father” like she liked to say. Father who I never knew, killed before my birth (… Actually shortly after my “conception”).

My mother died some time ago, she was an old and weak lady, and the disease got her. But she died proud, proud of raising a man like me, and I will not disappoint her.

Shortly after her death, I decided to reach for the land where she grew up : Skyrim. And here I am now, fighting and exploring more than ever, everything I ever wished for. I settled a house in Solitude - But don’t go assuming things ! I am mostly on the road anyway. Maybe one day we shall meet during my numerous visits of the various towns in Skyrim.

If anything bother you, go on and ask me.