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Baulder & Khan

Baulder heard a response from the other side of the door. He believed it told him to come in so he decided to go with that. He fumbled with the door knob for a second as his hands were still a little moist and sticky from the imp. Apon opening the door he immediately got the feeling that he recognized the place. He couldn't quite place where or even when he had seen it but he felt it was recently. Pressing the feeling down into a different part of his brain to worry about later he looked to the Esyire sitting at his desk with odd objects in front of him. He squinted for a moment trying to figure out what it was but was unable to put any words to it. Turning his gaze back to the dragon he finally spoke. "You are Khan yes? Yes! A little golem girl sent me to check up on you. Medicine I believe....yes. Have you taken it? I think you are supposed to."

Khan looked at the odd creature that had fiddled with the door and finally, after much messing with, he opened it. Something was vaguely familiar about him but the Esyire wasn't sure if it was good or bad, his mind unsure why. Usually he had a great memory though in recent weeks, it seemed to be failing him. Especially with his medications. There was times he had fazy recollections in his days from what he ate and did to when he actually slept, progressively getting worse.

Of course, neither Lucilia or Uicle knew about this. He, however, suspected Ovak had his theories and hadn't brought them to light quite yet. A matter that inside scared the headmaster just a bit. Deciding to adjust his gloomy mood to the present situation, Khan set the mortar down and stood upright, his feet padding around the desk to bring him face to face with the strange student. The first thing he noticed right away was this student wasn't a commonly seen race, the origins unknown to the headmaster which did nothing to help muggle his curiosity. Studying the guest a few moments longer, Khan finally answered. [color=golden]"Yes, I'm Khan Jevarath, the headmaster. As for my medicine, I can't help but wonder who told you about that."[/color]

The headmaster didn't confirm or deny his slip up in forgetting his medicine. Though the hot tea had long since cooled, the liquid unusally bitter smelling and left untouched on the desk end. Beside the demonic plant now tapping excitedly against its glass prison. 

Baulder started laughing at the plant viciously tapping against the glass on Khan's desk in an attempt to escape. It's futile effort brought joy to Baulder in the fact that it was entirely absurd. Licking his dried lips again he remembered he had not had a single thing to drink all day as he spotted the cup on the table. His eye twitched as he realized how much larger the dragon was then him. Everyone else he had come across had been either several heads shorter than him or not much shorter. This was his first time running into anyone bigger. Out of curiosity he raised his legs to their full length and still only came to below Khan's chin. "There was one of the stone golem things..I....I believe it sounded like a little girl. It was....funny, really funny. It told me to come see you. To check up on you I guess it was concerned. Oh, I'm Baulder too. If that matters." Baulder said while stifling his laughter.

"Pleased to meet you Baulder. It's unsual name, and very unique to me. As for who sent the golem, it was likely Uicle." Khan said, his eyes looking harder at the man even when he suddenly shot upright and increased his height. Even stranger was the laughter at the trapped plant which seemed to shudder in anger at Baulder's laughter, the leaves becoming throny at the irritation. This concerned Khan because if the plant got out than it would surely rip Baulder apart if it got a chance. Quickly, the headmaster walked about to the nearest draw and pulled out something wrapped in a large cloth. He gently extracted the vial wtihin, setting it on the table, than drapping the cloth over the plant. "You really shouldn't tease it like that. This little fellow would sadly rip you apart if it got a chance and I much rather you not provide one."

For a moment he let the vial slip him mind in favor of being polite. "Would you like something to drink? I have a spare cup and the tea is Early Eania Grey, if you're interested?"

In case Baulder accepted, Khan started to reach back into the drawer and pull away a cup from its depths. A little relaxation was usually a help as he blamed his memory problems on the stress of being a headmaster. Inside, however, insistance from his inner demons cried otherwise. It was best to ignore them until he could discover proof that disagreed with his suspicions or risk jumping to the worse one, a matter that would've not ended well for anyone. 

While Baulder managed to cut the laughing he still had a massive grin on his face even as the plant became even more agressive looking and redoubled it's efforts to get out. For some reason Khan's warning didn't fill him with terror like he assumed it was supposed to. Going back down onto his haunches as Khan walked away from him towards a drawer Baulder was reminded of the trip to the inferno. "I may have seen something worse before." He said about the plant which was now out of sight. That memory however was still something Baulder was unsure if it had even happened. He made a note to ask the imp later. 

"What's tea? Is it what...was in that cup? I am interested very very intrested! It smells intresting." Baulder was excited to try this new drink. Though the last time he had tried a new drink it had been mead back at the the village. That ended poorly but he was eager to try this new thing. Something else intrested him however. "What's a headmaster by the way? Are you the ahead of Tyrael? I thought he was the top person, it seemed like......" Baulder trailed off for a moment. "Do you teach a thing? Or do you not do that?" He became interested in the large hulking mass at that moment. Something felt off with him and he wondered what it was.

Khan chuckled at the numerous questions, his hand set the cup down upon the desk, and reached for the still warm kettle. His hand tilted the spout to pour in some brown liquid, filling the cup to just a few centimeters below the rim. Gently he set it on the desk's edge and realized he had left Kudd's vial in plain view. After retrieving it the first time, the headmaster wasn't looking forward to losing it as he gently put the vial into the drawer again. [color=golden]"Yes, it's tea. As for what is in that cup, it's a mixture of tea and my medications. Rather stuff sadly. A headmaster is an individual who is currently in a high position of authority and helps to run the school. And, yes, I'm above Tyrael in rank but I don't abuse my power. I don't have any classes though some  students come to me for advise, listening ear and company. Though is that way you came, to ask questions?"[/color]

Baulder looked at the brown liquid in the cup and saw the steam rise off of it. He quickly got level with it and looked at the steam rise from the cup. He then proceeded to stick his nose over it and inhaled. It looked and smelled fine to him as the image the scent gave him was one of grasses and something else. Cautiously he took up the cup and moved it towards his mouth and took an apprehensive sip from it. The taste was...dreadful to say the least. Baulder gagged and acted like he was gonna throw up for a moment. Before setting it down again however he then quickly began drinking it. Catching the full flavour of the mysterious liquid. He finished the drink and set  down the cup quickly with nothing left of it. 

Khan looked at Baulder, blinking in confusion when he watched the student 'choke' down the tea. It appeared not to be a drink he liked much and for a moment, Khan had considered patting the Rheven-ari on the back until he noticed him finish the tea. He had just set the kettle down while he kept his eyes on his guest, inwardly wondering if he had made an mistake or not in his offer. 

With a shudder Baulder nodded his head side to side and had a disgusted look on his. His eyes then lit up and he exclaimed "That is amazing! Can I have more?" He had been listening to Khan the whole time however he had been silent untill he finished. Looking at the dragon man it took a moment for Baulder to think about why he was here. Was it to ask questions? Maybe, but Khan had yet to take his pills either. "Oh, you're supposed to take your pills. Pills....yes pills. I wouldn't want to let down the golem child!" Baulder capped off his sentance with another quick laugh before calming down again.

[color=golden]"You're a unique character, aren't you?"[/color] Khan stated gently, and paused to think about Baulder's words while he refilled the Rheven-ari's cup again. "And yes, you can. As for my medication, does it count I much rather skip it than take it? I won't tell that I skipped if you don't?"

Baulder paused for a moment and looked blankly at Khan thinking about what he had just said. If the golem had been sent to have him do something and Tyrael found out he didn't... he couldn't risk it. Setting the cup down he looked at Khan intensly for a moment. "You should take it.... shouldn't you. It would be... best for us both if you did, I believe. I don't know what..." Baulder trailed off with his thoughts and broke eye contact and started drinking the tea again. He couldn't risk going against the demon, he wouldn't risk it.

Khan's expression become uncomfortable as he thought about Baulder's words, his mind not liking the tone. His hand scooped up his teacup with his medicine, taking a seat at his desk while he moved another for his guest to sit in behind him. He placed down the cup gently while he spoke carefully. "It wouldn't matter much if I did or didn't. I don't think anymore would miss me much. What do you mean Baulder? Has someone been cruel to you on campus?"

Unknown to Khan, his fingers had curled around and tightened in anger at the thought of someone being hurt within school grounds. He hadn't touched his medicine yet, the cup untouched. 

Baulder simply smiled and dodged the question, it was if some invisible person had whispered the answer to him. "I think they would miss you, they wouldn't have sent me here if they didn't. Whoever did send the golem does at least. Also, what's this "feast" everyone has been getting so worked up about? It looks entertaining." Baulder said in the most even and well rounded tone he had ever produced. He kept his smile and sipped from his tea without breaking eye contact.

Something made Khan uncomfortable, his eyes never breaking the grip Baulder's kept with him. He didn't like that it was possible the student was fearful enough to keep something important from him as he slowly sipped his tea, his face scrunched up in disgust each time. The bitterness swept upon his tongue causing him to nearly throw up and nearly toss his drink back up, resisting only out of pure will power. He had downed half the tea before he spoke again. "Maybe, but you be having wishful thinking. As for the feast, it's usually to welcome new students that arrive to register. Usually it is a big meal and celebration but last year...."

Khan paused, taking another sip. "There was a heavy battle that happened. Demons flooded and took over thanks to a vampire demonomancer. I was crippled and the teachers struggled to keep the students. Despite our power, many were slaughtered sadly."

Baulder sharply exhaled through his nose at the idea of demons running through the halls. "That sounds exciting. I only learned a few days ago that I'm a demonmancer. It seemed like everyone was doing... something for the feast. I couldn't find the demon and ask if he needed me to do anything though. I haven't seen him all day actually, he gave me things to read but they were odd. The book said to name the demon so I did. John Cena and I have fun, I hope he dosen't cause you trouble if I bring him around. You seem nicer I wouldn't..." Baulder's thoughts trailed off again for a moment. He resigned himself to drinking more tea rather than attempting to finish the trail his mind had started on.

"Tyrael?" Khan asked to clarify the reference of demon then chuckled. "I'm sure he won't. No more trouble than some of my worser demons, though I will be surprised if he's as well behaved as Rathel is. Few demons show compassion or kindness toward their demonomancers unless they gain some sick pleasure from it and leads up to bring the mage down to their own misery. And even if he's not, I'm fairly sure I can help put him back into line. Imps are fairly simple and low level." 

"Yes, Tyrael the demon teacher!" Baulder said in response to Khan's inquiry."The imp is low level? I thought they all were imps... wait, you're also a demonmancer? Hehe, why haven't I seen you before..." He suddenly remembered where he had seen this room and Khan before. When he had first gotten there he ran into plants attacking someone and the plant demon. What had it called itself? Rathel. "The plants! I remember the plants they nearly killed that girl." He pointed to the covered vial that had the adorable plant in it. "I remember now you had a cane then. That was my first day here...I think." Baulder leaned back in the chair for a moment and scratched the palm of the hand print on his face. "Are you going to be at the feast yes? I would think the head of the masters would come to this feast."

Khan flinched when the student recalled the incident where his demonic plants had torn into the recent hired, his guilty eyes shifted to the far wall and avoided Baulder's. The student seemed surprised that his imp was low leveled which made Khan start to wonder if Tyrael was even bothering training him or rather pass him off onto others, unsure if he should bring this to Ovak's attention. At mention of the cane, he had shrugged off the mention as he had recalled since refusing his medicine, his leg had gotten better. A fact he didn't consider odd until hearing it from the student. 

[color-gold]"I'm still debating on arriving at the feast currently. I'm not sure, since Ovak's there, my presence is required."[/color] His hand went down to rub his leg which had began to throb, lightly. Still, he took another sip of his tea and was slowly draining the cup down. Khan's expression softened with the more he consumed, his hand gripping the tea cup handler a bit tighter. "Yes, your imp is considered a good novice level. Though it will grow and develop, becoming something powerful depending on what you expose it to. Though keep in mind, a cruel master is much different than a strict and resistant against any not bane enchanted. Has Tyrael not been teaching you the basics or have they changed when I was a young demonomancer?"

Baulder took a second to think about what Khan had said. Tyrael had seemed mostly busy for the last few days and one of the books he had not gotten to yet was something about techniques and outcomes. What he had read just taught him how to make the demon subservient, if that was not going to work out he needed to know. "He's been busy, I've only been here a few days anyways hence the books. I've just been practicing with these." Baulder straightened out his back in the chair so he could draw the bane weapon from it's sideways holding holster. He set it down on the table and noticed there was still blood on it. "John being more powerful though. I could do that, I could agree to it. I've taken to wrestling with him but considering how short he is..."

Khan looked at the bloodied weapon that the student held, the headmaster’s facial features looking rather saddened by learning this fact. Inside he was slightly disappointed in Tyrael’s result when it came to his teaching methods, the student's basic and low level  wasn't at the level it should be reflecting the poor quality. It seemed rather than prepare his students for the future the fallen orc had buried himself into the forge work and neglected his lectures and classes. Khan knew deep inside he would have to talk to Tyrael later about that but not during the feast. All the staff was stressed out as it was, and bring more wasn’t likely to improve it.   

"I would be careful... he'll likely one day return the favor if all you're going to do is cut him up." Khan stated firmly, his hands raised and elbows placed upon the desk. His fingers entwined together as he studied the student across from him. There was distinct and fine line between firm and abuse, something all demonomancers struggled with. 

Surely John wouldn't do that, he was loyal to Baulder.... John wouldn't. Baulder squinted at the now subdued looking Eysrie. Why would he be looking at him like that? Baulder cracked a wide smile making sure to only articulate his face. "I'll remember that for tommrow's training. We'll do something else I guess... maybe he'll climb trees." Baulder was in his head disappointed by this potential act of rebellion. He did find it funny that at the current moment the imp could do nothing. This garnered a small chuckle from Baulder but he decided to get off the topic as he slid the blade off the table and put it back at his hip.

"You should go to the feast, there will be food from what I hear. Meats I've never heard of and smells that I can only describe as a roasted color. Who is Ovak?" Baulder said with an eye twitch and his mouth begin to water.

Khan decided to further illiterate his words, eyeing the Rheven-ari. Inwardly he was hoping to increase the novice’s knowledge, but truthfully the headmaster couldn’t be certain what Baulder knew exactly. He didn’t want to underestimate the student’s ability or assume too much, both insulting in either extreme. He took another sip, not wanting the student to insist, watching the student put the blade away at last though he made a small chuckle at what Khan had said. At least it seemed so. The Esyire sighed then placed his cup down again when he spoke. “It would’ve been a lot sooner if I didn’t have to finish my medicine. As for the feast itself, yes there will many different meats, cheeses, fruits, vegetables, and more there for all present to eat. Many from different walks of life like Ghannos to Frost Plains, even Yasomere. As for Ovak, he’s the current archmage. I’m not too surprised you’ve not heard of him since he’s been ill for a few years now. Recently, however, he’s seemed to have recovered enough to attend the feast. Though by the look of it, you’re starving. Have you eaten anything today?”    

Baulder sat silently while Khan went through a list of what he could only assume were names of places. He finally finished his tea and set the cup down as he thought about what he had eaten. He wondered vaguely when he should even start counting days as when he awoke it was usually dark and stayed that wasy for awhile. Thinking about it for a second he had eaten not too long ago but he had slept. Was it day or night then? Baulder snapped himself away from the blank stare he had held with Khan while he thought. "I... I believe so. The days here they are...." Baulder was unsure how to put the constant twilight into words. Usually when he had gone to sleep he would wake up as the sun did but now. "I could eat always, yes always. Even imp, is always good. Have you eaten anything today?"

Khan had been about to stand upright, his hand edged to reach for Baulder’s shoulder.  He paused when the student broke the trance and seemed to notice him, his eyes relighting with acknowledgement again. Khan grew a little concern seeing Baulder space out, mentally deciding to see Sam and Lidda for an examination for him, then tried to force a gentle smile. Demon meat was never consumable for anyone. Some types of demon meat often caused severe side-effects and he couldn’t help but wonder if these spacing moments were among those symptoms. He would have to research it later, he admitted when his knowledge failed him for a moment. 

“Demons aren’t considered consumable,  namely as they tend to be rather acidic  and tasteless. Some demons, if they aren’t prepared right can make you gravely ill or worse. Though if you can’t recall when you’ve eaten, I think it might be best to get you to the feast before you pass out.” 

Discarding the meager leftovers in his cup, Khan stood upright then walked gently around the desk to help Baulder up.  

Baulder started laughing as he stood up beside the limping Eysrie. He looked like he was wanting to help him up but he felt fine, well other than his stomach hurting. He guessed he couldn't really figure out when that had happened. "I had cow before I last slept. I've not been awake long either. I'd say you need food and I want more food. I'll ask Tyrael about demon food later if you'll be less concerned about it. You seem like you care or you dislike me, can't tell. Can't tell if I c.." Baulder's stomach growled at him and he growled back at it. He was hungry again he supposed. "Were those places you we're telling me about earlier? Do you need me to help you to the feast? What do you want to eat first!" Baulder capped off that sentence with a new found sense of glee.

Khan shook his head, nearly jumping at the student’s easy and quick movements. It was the last thing he expected as he stepped back, his foot almost gave out from under him. He gritted in pain but managed to stop his yelp by biting his tongue then answered through the stinging sensation. "I think it might be best if we both eat first. Your stomach seems to need something inside of it else you might pass out. That thought alone I would be concerned about since it’s not healthy. As for disliking you… I’ve only met one individual I’ve disliked and it’s not you.” 

The headmaster paused, his hand reached to rub his leg again when the needles started to creep up and down it. It was strange because he never recalled feeling it earlier and it had a slight pain, like a cramped muscle. He leaned against the desk side, his weight leaning off his leg to help ease his suffering. He pointed to the cane in the corner. “Can you hand me the cane, please Baulder? My leg is acting up again.”

The headmaster seemed to bite his tongue in reaction to Baulder and this made him frown. When he grabbed his leg he quickly thought there was something wrong with it. This made his frown deepen so much so that it looked like as though he was almost angry. He walked around the head master and grabbed the cane hanging on the table and brought it back over to him. It was an awkward length for Baulder to even hold and had more weight to it than he expected. Never the less he handed the cane to Khan. This made Baulder think of something that made him bust into a smile again. "Have you ever put a "The" in front of your name before. I like that, I might do that. John Cena might do that. We should all do that, that would be funny. Wouldn't it? I think so. Where is this feast happening? I've seen people moving things all day but I don't know where to."

Khan smiled a bit, and shook his head. his pony wiggling in the back of his head. Gently he took the cane and placed it upon the ground, his weight leaning into the stout, polished stick to ease his weakened leg. The headmaster inhaled in relief over the pain dulling thanks to the cane. His eyes brushed over the hand print scar, the one he hadn't paid much mind to before, namely as the student seemed to be in no pain and unbothered by it, when he noticed something. He zoomed into the design, realizing what made him shiver. There was a small, barely visible design that made the whole of the scar  in an endless pattern. 

He hadn't realized his knuckles had whitened at seeing the image until his fingers throbbed in protest at the pressure. Slowly, he forced his fingers to relax when he raised back up. Those runes were strange and they made him deeply uncomfortable, his scales tightening in a nervous reaction. He inhaled a bit deeper then relaxed. Another to do thing on his ever growing list, though this one ranked slightly higher than many of them to date. Including his own health. 

The head master pushed his cane outwards to guide him forward. The tip clicked and tapped in a loud echo, his answers following Baulder's growing questions. It reminded him of an innocent child with an endless curiosity. "I don't think 'The Khan' has a good ring to it. Sounds a bit prideful to me and can be a chore to remember with my poor memory, after all I tend to forget what I ate for breakfast often enough. And it's the dinner hall I believe is where the feast is taking place. The people you've been encountering are likely the students or staff  either enjoying the feast or merely helping out. Speaking of the other students, how are you getting along with them?" 

"The people? I've not met many of the students, though Tyrael sent me on a mission with one. Myrn was her name I think, she was nice. Put me in the carriage back to the college after the lobster hunt. I was only bleeding for a few days after that.... oh and there was this one lady that carried me away from some "vampires" the other day. John Cena came when that happened though. She seemed nice, I don't recall her name though. She had nice black hair I remember before I passed out. I never did get to finish that lamb... most other people don't like answering my questions though. You do, so I like you." Baulder ran over to the door and opened it and waited for the hobbling Eysire.

"Have you ever had lobster before? They taste very good, normally only if their live though. If you kill them then eat them they are good but not AS good. Killing them with a hammer is hard though. That one took awhile..." Baulder said feeling his sore ribs. They had been fixed by the healer but they were still tender even after a few days.

"I've got more of a sweet tooth." Khan admitted in slight guilty smile, recalling his enjoyment of candied treats from candied nuts to pastries, even pies.  

There was little he didn't eat though the bitterness of lemon tart made him consume them less than others. It was part of the reason he disliked his medicine was the taste had a lingering sour taste, chased down by a bitter flavor which never stopped. Even thinking about it made his tongue pop out in a childish manner on impulse, unaware he was even doing it, as they continued along their way. He was shambling now since drinking the tea, a fact he couldn't ignore. It wasn't a comforting thought and immediately, he let the topic take his focus than linger on the terrible thoughts."I've sampled many different and interesting dishes actually. Fried tentacle, roasted  and rotted Jabberex eggs, and rancid meat from a animal I couldn't identify. I was a bit sure I didn't want to guess."

He shuddered at the recollection over the disgusting taste, the meat rubbery enough to feel like maggots were still slithering within the muscle. "The funny bit, it wasn't until after I bit into the meat did I learn it wasn't the steak I was suppose to eat but the insect larvae within.The taste didn't differ much to be honest."

"Sweet tooth? I don't know what that is, is it an actual tooth you have? The tentacle sounds good though. Did you watch them cut it off in front of you? Fresh meat always tastes the best." Baulder brought up his claws and rubbed them against each other. "Deer, deer fresh fresh deer best thing I had on the road here." Baulder remembered hitting the deer in the hind leg with the makeshift bow the villagers had given him and quickly chasing it down and ripping hit apart with his claws. He shuddered thinking about the joy and satisfaction of that meal. Leading the limping Eysire into the hallway and letting him take the slight lead as he did not know where he was going to he looked back to the towering mass.

"I haven't seen me yet..... are there me. I learned the races I saw but.... what am I? I haven't seen me yet. Am I the only one? It would be a shame not to taste myself..." Baulder trailed off slightly disappointed at the idea of not being able to taste others like himself ever. His face articulating into a frown.

"I think that could be considered cannibalism if you ate one of your own kind. Something not looked well upon as well as you eating other high level sentient beings, especially their offspring. It's not very positively looked upon, both in many places in Tiien and the college too." Khan firmly said in a mild scolding tone, though he found it confusing at how the student spoke. Why would he want to eat another of his kind?"As for what you are, you're a species called a Rheven-ari. Though anything beyond that, I have little idea. According to Ovak, a single individual like yourself came to the College a while ago but I've not heard anything from him since or gotten to meet him. I believe he's already departed though Ovak isn't positive about that."

The sound of Baulder's footsteps and Khan's cane reverberated off the large corridors walls into a nice pattern as the pair walked on. Baulder was disappointed to hear that they didn't want him to eat people. His frown deepened as he was disappointed to hear Khan say that. He would still get his fill of delicious people meat one day but it would need to be fresh and apparently off campus. "I wished I had met him, could have told me something about us maybe." Just at that moment Khan turned towards a door and began to open it. At that moment the smell of food hit him harder than the lobster had. "Food yes! No people but the food smells... divine." Baulder thought for a moment if he knew what that word meant and that thought was quickly pushed away, replaced with the thought of food. As Khan guided him through the doorway.

Khan felt a pity filled him to heard the disappointment in Baulder's voice. It was sorrow at missing the chance to learn about something that his mind had failed to remind him, a  familiarity the Khan use to be the same way. The headmaster found the image hard to swallow until suddenly the student's mood perked up at the scent of food. Khan made a note how easily swayed Baulder could be and to have the kitchens keep a cut of meat continually on a spit for the Rheven-ari. The Esyire gestured for Baulder to pass through than followed him when the student edged in front, his pace still hobbling toward both Uicle and Ovak sitting at the position among the teachers. "You can either keep escorting me or mingle with the others, I'm sure they won't bite you."

"After food I think. Always after food is good. Goodbye the Khan." Baulder said in an abnormally serious tone. Walking away from the Eysire he turned straight into the buffet of food. He looked up and down the long row of food and smiled widely. He looked quickly for something that seemed easily carried in one hand. He found something that he could only describe as a large bird with two holes in it and roasted to a light brown. Noticing that it was untouched he went for what he could only assume was once a leg and began pulling it off. It took him a moment of twisting it to realize he needed to cut whatever it was attached too. He began digging his claws around where the leg attached to the main portion of the animal and began cutting anything that was not bone. It then suddenly came free as he gave it one more good pull.

After taking a large bite out of the roasted flesh and being satisfied with his choice he began looking around for something to do. In that moment Baulder smelled something burning and looked around quickly to see if he could find out what it was. He saw some black smoke spilling out from the bottom of a door and decided to think nothing of it. However he did see something that looked interesting. Two orcs talking to each other  both standing up and wielding extravagant looking canes. Quickly making his way over and taking another bite out of his chicken Baulder began fully extending his legs as he walked and realized it put him above the orcs in height. Baulder came up to the left side of the two rich looking orcs and in a quite serious tone said. "Would either of you happen to know if human tastes any good? I've been wondering all day."
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