Borogak
- Opening it up, the figure they'd followed steps through uninvited. Pulling his cloak over his face, the half-orc's mouth grins a toothy smile at them all. It's only then the group realizes his cloak is sopping wet. Without a word, he proceeds to cross the room, drop his cloak on one of the chairs where it continues to drip, and rigidly sit in a chair nearest the fire. He wears leather armor that fits neatly to his muscular form, a dirk at his hip and a bandolier of throwing daggers across his chest. While he appears comfortable in the chair, he retains his rigid form.
Seeing their somewhat agape faces, he quips with a warm smile, "Well now, don't all dance in me lap at once - the world's gonna end too soon for that. The redhead can go first," he finishes with a happy, guttural laugh as he waves over to Argond.
- Out of Time Post 170
