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located in Zoltia, a part of The Gala-Dor Expedition, one of the many universes on RPG.

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The alchemist, unprepared for the orc's words, merely gave a raise of her brow and a curl of her lips in response. So he... really didn't think this through at all. There's an odd short-sightedness under his wisdom, presuming it was actually wisdom. His own grins, genuine or not, gave Esther the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to get out of here right now.

She swallowed some still saliva under her mask. C'mon Esther, out with it. It would be worth it.

"Well I doubt she and her will have to put up with each other," she attempted to encourage against violence; ideally, it would be best to just let the creature be and then pray it didn't ransack whole towns on the surface. "But I'm quite impressed by how you... survived." She didn't exactly have a better way to put it when someone charged head-first and took blades, arrows and teeth on all sides. "Do you have any plan on where you'll head next?" Or course he didn't, as far as Esther knew. "Some of us are going to be on an expedition once we're done in the city, if you'd like to come along." Her tone was a little shaky; her voice less-than-comfortable. Should she have told him about Gala-Dor? Here? In front of Lio and Maria? Esther would've sounded mad; then again, Orcimedes didn't seem like the picture of sanity. Maybe he could've believed such a story?

She paused, letting the sewer air stink over for a long minute, then she tried lightening up by kindly challenging his history again. "Oh, and hang on. You met Aslak there as well? Stormhold only talks about his meeting at the pass and the siege." She chuckled quietly. "Don't actually tell me the two of you had some silly, decades-long rivalry." She should've reminded herself that Orcimedes wouldn't be the most accurate source of information about the war. But playfully poking at what he knew, or what he think he knew, would produce an interesting glimpse into the orc's mind.