"I was passing through, and of course, being a drow, I was blamed for the incident." Daresh said, sitting up so that his face was out of the shadows. His ebony skin was nothing compared to the sheer fear-inducing might of his crimson red eyes. He clearly was not afraid of this man. His weapons were laying to the side. He didn't even need them. "I truly am disappointed that even this kingdom does not live above stereotypes." he said. He leaned forward to get a better look at this man. "I had just stopped at the inn when a fire started in one of the buildings." he continued, "I ran over, hoping to put out the fire before it got too high, but found that the raiders were spreading to the rest of the town." he looked up at the moon, as if he was recounting it in the shadows of the great orb. "Never had I seen such speed performed by such a ragtag band. Orcs atop worgs moving as fast as possible." he said. "I shot down a few before the city was up in smoke." he leaned back, apparently done with what he felt like saying for now
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