Kvothe, son of Arliden is going to have to pull himself up onto the wagon due to his short size, he tosses his pack up first and as he’s about to hoist himself up when a large brute of a man, hood pulled over his face, bumps you aside and mounts the wagon. Kvote is used to Humans not seeing him and although originally angered by the man’s rudeness, Kvote smiles as he thinks not being noticed is exactly why I am good at what I do.
Quick Archer (Ganra Mortwog) bumps something as he climbs aboard the wagon, he is clutching a hood to keep it mostly closed about his face and has limited vision. He has a pack on and does not even know what it contains yet he sits clumsily with the pack still on, interested in keeping his hood drawn about his head
Kvothe marks the man who bumped him. That jerk needs to lose something and I feel like I’m the guy who should benefit. Kvote figures on pickpocketing this oaf at sometime during the trip
Ganra has only travelled in his carnival troop’s wagon, or the slavers wagon in which he was caged. After a few minutes he realizes he is not doing what all the other passengers are doing, that is storing their packs under the seat. Keeping one hand on his hood he clumsily slips off his pack
Kvothe sits across form the brute and begins to size him up. He appears to be obviously hiding his face and he must be nervous as he’s sat down with his pack still on, or maybe the pack holds something valuable he thinks.
After a few minutes the brute removes his pack and Kvothe gets a glance at the brute’s face as he nervously looks about. He IS a brute Kvothe notices his ruddy green brown skin and upturned nose, “By Brandobaris!” Kvote is not sure if he said that out loud or just loudly in his head, “That is an ORC!” (Brandobaris is the Halfling god of Thieves)
Ganra pushes his pack underneath the seat and kicking it under with his heel. He feels eyes upon him and notices the Halfling sitting across from him has apparently spied his face and is eyeing him nervously. He pulls his hood tight and averts his gaze to the wagons floor.
Kvohte figures to feign a distraction to the Orc by offering him water, he’d used it a hundred times to pickpocket, bait someone with something and use it as a distraction to rob them. Kvothe offers a skin of water to the Orc and something happens. Kvothe can see that the Orc is scared and clearly hiding and nervous.
There must be something more to this he thinks as the Orc drinks from the water skin Kvothe notices silver hair and Elven features mixed in. Half Orc/Elf would be a difficult predicament. Two races opposed to each other, mixed together? That had to be a rough life.
Kvothe thinks back to his father long ago, treating an Orc with kindness and the lesson learned about judging a book by its cover. The Orc thanks him as Kvothe smiles at him.