Thrall glanced to the Gorgon, and growled, before whistling. Two ethereal forms seemed to form, resolving into glowing wolves. He looked to the two orks he'd battered, and pointed at the barely visible horde. "Kill them!" he ordered. The two orks roared, and charged into combat with the glowing wolves. He then ran, sliding in besides Sybilla. "Young woman, are you a fighter?" he asked politely.
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Jameson grinned at Bruce. "Well, theres this one pub, the hound's tooth, I love the go there, its really fun, lots of cool people, and pool games and stuff!"
Tyler seemed less enthused. "I prefer a place called the sip of nature myself. Its got decent liquor, and a nice decor."
Tyler would be wearing natural leather, that seemed to belong in a small village from the 17th century rather than today.
Jameson looked pale and thin, and he seemed somewhat sweaty. he also seemed to hesitate to move himself to quickly.