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[color=a0410d][h1][center] Azir[/center][/h1][/color]


Azir kept smiling at the woman’s attempt to help with her burns. Again, she was surprised by the act of kindness. She thought the woman was entirely trustworthy if she went out of her way to help her.  Finishing eating the carcass, she threw it onto the floor, letting out a huge burp. “[color=a0410d][b]Excuse me.[/b][/color]” She looked at the others, thinking they would agree to go to Ricon’s stash. Perhaps there could be a good weapon for her to use. Or maybe she could get a good drink. She was taking a moment to search the corpses for anything valuable she could take. She could use or sell for money, whether it be rings, armour, valuables, or weapons. 

Her eyes looked over at the woman who appeared to the group. Furrowing a brow at her, wondering if she was trustworthy or not.  She mentioned the Warden and their mission and asked if she was also chosen for their “mission.”  Stepping forward, she had her huge arms across her chest. “[color=a0410d][b]Who are you?[/b][/color]” She asked, throwing her question back at her. She had a bad feeling about her. However, she had a similar feeling to others in the group. 

The ogre unfurled her arms away from her chest, looking at Brorin with a frown. “[color=a0410d][b]Me booze real good, put hair on the chest. You might wanna try so you get hair on chest.[/b][/color]” Now, she was smiling, trying to make a joke. This was followed up with a snort and a low grumbling laugh. Azir was excited to leave and head off towards Ricon’s stash. Staying here talking was just a waste of time for her. Looking over at the now undead wyvern, she felt disgusted seeing the beast being returned from the dead. She was glad she would be too heavy to ride it. She was feeling somewhat unnerved by the two necromancers. The ogre started walking with the group, carrying and eating another dead horse because she was still hungry.