"...good grief." Away from and completely unaware of the invasion happening in Fayport, Shork held his head as he tossed and turned in bed. The throbbing had gotten a little better, but in the end he still landed skull-first on hard wood - while the half-orc liked to think of himself as resilient and tough, even to him it didn't feel all that good. Still groaning, the hunter got up from his bed - he stumbled a little as he did, his balance still impaired, but he'd be damned before sitting idly in his bed at home rather than doing something, anything. Getting himself dressed in the old, cobbled leather armour, slinging the bow and quiver around his torso and securing the belt with his knife around his waist, he opened the door and let the cold air head into his home before heading out himself.
The outside was rather cool, but not enough so to bother him - the half-orc was there often enough after all, and had dealt with conditions harsher than that. Considerably harsher. Walking down the street, Shork looked around to see if anything else had been battered or destroyed in the skirmish yesterday night - the destroyed inn served as a grim reminder of the events that occurred, though thankfully most homes and shops looked just as peaceful as a day ago. Shork sighed - at least that much was granted to his village. He had failed in his task, after all - he told Elric that he would go out and see if there were more gnolls, and he did; he just didn't find any and ultimately gave up to recover from his head wound. But he had failed both to protect his city and failed that he had given up too quickly in scouting for more threats too - at least, to his knowledge, nobody died because of it. Shork let out a sigh and kept on trudging through the cold day, a cheerless look on his face until he saw a half-elf and, from the looks of it, a half-orc in grey robes. This was interesting - he'd seen the half-elf before, but never the half-orc, and in fact seeing half-orcs in this part of the world was rare, even moreso in Estermere, and so Shork was drawn to the sight, quickly making his way over to the two of them, the former gloomy expression having turned into a small smile. "Ah... g'day. Sorry for interrupting so rudely, but it's not common to find a half-elf and another half-orc here in Estermere. Had to come over and introduce myself. I'm Shork."
The outside was rather cool, but not enough so to bother him - the half-orc was there often enough after all, and had dealt with conditions harsher than that. Considerably harsher. Walking down the street, Shork looked around to see if anything else had been battered or destroyed in the skirmish yesterday night - the destroyed inn served as a grim reminder of the events that occurred, though thankfully most homes and shops looked just as peaceful as a day ago. Shork sighed - at least that much was granted to his village. He had failed in his task, after all - he told Elric that he would go out and see if there were more gnolls, and he did; he just didn't find any and ultimately gave up to recover from his head wound. But he had failed both to protect his city and failed that he had given up too quickly in scouting for more threats too - at least, to his knowledge, nobody died because of it. Shork let out a sigh and kept on trudging through the cold day, a cheerless look on his face until he saw a half-elf and, from the looks of it, a half-orc in grey robes. This was interesting - he'd seen the half-elf before, but never the half-orc, and in fact seeing half-orcs in this part of the world was rare, even moreso in Estermere, and so Shork was drawn to the sight, quickly making his way over to the two of them, the former gloomy expression having turned into a small smile. "Ah... g'day. Sorry for interrupting so rudely, but it's not common to find a half-elf and another half-orc here in Estermere. Had to come over and introduce myself. I'm Shork."
