[Sarin Mithrilanger]

Zuromor walked along with Grash and Aldor (as he soon found out was the name of the other man.) and looked around for the needed supplies. Jeren quickly caught up to them and began to tag along. As they walked Zuromor noticed something shining out of a door way. He split away from the group and walked to the door.Once he walked out the door he noticed that he stood in a large courtyard. He cautiously walked towards the object that barely shined on the floor of the courtyard, and saw that it was one of the swords he had seen the orcs wielding. He quickly snatched it up and began to swing at invisible opponets while he tried to become familiar with the weapon.

With each swing he felt the power of his body for the first time...and that power felt good. Amidst his swinging he noticed a shield still attached to the arm of a downed orc. He picked it up and put it on. As he did so Grash, Jeren, and Aldor had backtracked and found him equipping his new found equipment. They soon found their own as Zuromor found a poor example of a mail shirt , a collection of rags and a rusty cracked helmet. They all walked aimlessly around the courtyard.

Zuromor could not help but be weary of them both. Their company was great but after all this abuse he could not help but think that everyone, whether orc or no, was cruel. He had come to expect the worst in others..but they had done nothing to deserve that. As the walked Zuromor decided that these men were his friends and he welcomed them.