The Green Dragon

The stranger smirks, pulling up a chair, sitting a little distant from the group. "Ay... i must apologize, ms... i was rude, but your ring interests me. I no longer have a name, but Dire Lance will suffise. A home i have not, so i wander idly. Recently this business of the dark army and all has made me long for a bit more peaceful places; that's why i ended up here. Unfortunately, my past isn't some lovely tale for you to hear..." He holds up the ring to the light. "Mainly, it involves this little bobble, and a nice little group of orcs who decided a young man was a good toy." He leans back idly. "That was a long time back... I was just leaing a nice little village, when i came upon the band of orcs in the woods... i was quite as skilled then; needless to say, i more walked into them then the other way around. They chased me a good distance, and i have to admit, i was completely lost. Eventually i tried to hide from them in a small cave. I hid as far back as i could, but apparently i wasn't hidden enough. They entered the cave, and i tried to hide further.... that's when i found this little gem... after that, i don't remember; all i know is, i walked out, and they didn't. The next thing i can remember is being a good distance away, covered in orc blood, a sword haft in hand, and this scar on my eye. Since then, i've never looked back, and never tried to go back, going as far from fighting as i can.... and, that's it." He shrugs, eyeing Valeria's ring still.