As her companion stood their hood slipped off of their head revealing their dark green skin, small tusks and large underbite completing the expected profile of a healthy orc. The scowl across their face and chattering teeth would go against that however.
“Would’ve been here fast’r if not for this gods forsaken cold.” He spoke. “Why are we out ‘ere again?”
“Because Kurz this group has been taking from poor innocent people for months now, someone had to do something!” Mist said in a tone one would only use to show how deeply they cared about the situation they found themselves in. Kurz chortled and crossed his arms looking down toward his partner clearly not falling for the act.
“And a few rich and guilty people who’s secrets were worth more than any gold a trader forced to walk through these parts would realistically have.” Mist continued in a tone completely betraying her earlier sincerity.
“‘Ight.” He replied. “Now you can continue to remind me of our sworn duty while we’re out of this blasted cold.”
“A touch too cold for the strong and powerful orc?” Mist mocked. Kurz waved her off and stomped off towards the newly vacant cabin. Mist smirked as he walked off.
Kurz was far from a stereotypical orc, potentially the furthest one could be withtout being half human. While most thought of orcs as walking masses of muscle Kurz was rather small compared to most people’s mental images of an orc. While he was seven feet tall with a large jaw and hands and feet bigger than the largest humans his muscles were realatively small. While he was clearly physically fit evidence by his muscular body with cut abs, large arms, rippling back and strong legs he would sooner be described as “skinny” than “muscular” when stood next to a “normal sized” male orc of his age and a head or two shorter.
While most orcs seemed to cave to blood lust and charge screaming into battle without a thought of their chances lugging a massive war axe or hammer with them Kurz preferred to stalk his targets with his trusty bow and throwing knives. He also knew how to throw his voice futhering his ability to sneak up on unsuspecting individuals.
And lastly Kurz was a huge wimp when it came to extreme heat or cold a fact Mist likes to remind him of whenever he complained.
Mist followed Kurz into the humble cabin; the orc was already crouched down by the fire warming his hands and stripped of his hood leaving him in his form fitting leather armor dyed with darks blues, dark browns and blacks to further help him stay in the shadows. Kurz looked over to her as she removed her own outer wear and gave him a nod. He stood up and they searched around the cabin. Their first big find was a plain chest at the foot of one of the two single beds within the cabin. Mist’s attempts to open it were met with resistance from the single lock on it. “Keys probably on one of them.” She said curtly.
“I’ll get it open.” Kurz said placing a hand on the crack between the lid and body of the chest and in a sharp motion yanking the lid completely off of it revealing the rather stuffed chest filled with various seemingly valuable things. Mist scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Most theives pick the lock.”
“And most women would app’eciate when a man presents he’ with a box of jewels. Don’t hear me complaining.” Kurz said as he started to dig around the chests contents. As he did that Mist started to walk around and take note of the cabin.
It was a single story with two beds draped with furs in the corners opposite of the entrance, the seemingly only way in or out of the place, the fireplace was embedded in the left wall; the stone breaking up the logs making up the rest of the house’s interior. A fire was actively burning in it, a fresh log having just been added by who Mist guessed was Kurz. Near the fire was a pile of furs. “Two beds and a makeshift sleeping area.” Mist announced.
“Permanently ‘ad one on watch then.” Kurz replied not looking out of the chest he currently buried himself in.
The right wall had several cabinets and counters along it. A search proved all of them empty. “No food or water here.” Mist said.
“They either hunt nightly or weren’t planning on staying for much longer, judging by how full this chest is I’d say they were ‘bout ready to leave. As for water they probably just melt snow.” Kurz replied.
The middle of the cabin was dominated by a wooden table a few plates, metal cups and sets of utensils were set up on it.
“Map.” Kurz said. Mist turned around to see the orc bent over looking into the chest with his right arm straight up clutching a rolled piece of paper as he continued to scour the contents with his left hand. Mist walked over to him and took the map and without breaking stride walked over to the table and pushed everything on top of it onto the ground then spread out the map, using two of the cups to keep it from rolling back up.
The map was fairly rudimentary. Chicken scratches made out the location of the nearest town from where they were, about three days out, along with several other towns and cities through the land. Curiously across the sea was a large red X. “So what is it.” Kurz called to her. Mist did a double take as she acknowledge the orc.
Apparently he had found several gaudy rings and a fine robe and was currently wearing them all. The smirk he had let her know this was the reaction he was going for. “Well your highness it seems one party of unfortunate souls had knowledge that cost them their lives. Which means all the profit is ours.”
He gave the map a once over. “Gonna needa ship.”
“Well we can afford passage now.”
“It’s so hot in Gourdun...” The orc whined. Mist looked to confirm the X was in fact on the continent Gourdun. Most known for attracting incredibly strange magical practices, vibrant natural colors to be used in dye, and the fact it was practically a massive desert with temperatures and quantities of sand to match. Mist laughed rolled up the map and shoved it playfully into the orc’s abs. “We’ll go to Eymirn, it’s the closest port city. We’ll stay here for the night then head out.” Mist said. Kurz nodded. “Dibs on the extra furs.” He said gesturing to the bundle on the ground. Before long Mist was asleep as Kurz took the first watch.
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