[h3][center][color=#00a651][b]Brorin Foul[/b][/color][/center][/h3]

Few had offered their names. Viktor. Ricon. Then silence. It was clear the others' trust would be more hard earned, and that was of the utmost importance. Few were known to trek with giants and live to tell the tale in one piece. And the living shadow surely was Devilry - would have to stay away from that one. But it was a start. Each introduction Brorin answered simply with the slightest bow and [b][color=00a651]"A pleasure."[/color][/b]  

As they moved on, Brorin listened to the others debating about how to continue. He would rather not get caught-up with these reavers before having had a chance to stock up. As Brorin followed on he started lagging behind them, and not just because of his condition. He gathered his mutagenic reagents as inconspicuously as he could, stuffing them in his satchel as he went. Small insects, saplings, even a rat once. Come nightfall he would grind them, extract their essences. All had their uses, all had their purpose. Claws and armor from the beetles. Regenerating juices from the saplings. The rat, nutrition. Then, finally, he would be... [i]better[/i].

When the conversation shifted to the entry into Sulfrey, Brorin staggered forward once more. [b][color=00a651]"There are ways into cities other than the front gate, friends."[/color][/b] He looked at the garish nature of their compatriots. [b][color=00a651]"I have seen many a travelling freak shows, we might not look too out of place if we play the part."[/color][/b] He chuckled a soft saw-like laugh, and quickly followed up with [b][color=00a651]"I also... [i]happen[/i] to know the workings of sewers well. Could be another way in... and could aid us to not be noticed once inside."[/color][/b]

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