[Chapter 0.02] The Scene of the Crime
As the mayor turned away, Torgan gave the man a suspicious glance. No shady people, huh? Every group, every village, no matter how degenerate or honest, had someone who was least trustworthy. That was just, like, math. And if you couldn't say who that person was, it was probably you.
Or maybe Torg was just being paranoid. Maybe the mayor was just too insulated to know who was up to what. Although...if you're looking for a man with a secret worth killing for, it didn't hurt to start with the most successful man in town.
The half-orc led his small party out the door. Once out of earshot of the mayor and Venlok, he glanced towards his companions. "Hey Rynwyrd, I've been wondering something: You're like, a hundred, right? That's just how elves age, you're not adults until you're sixty or whatever. Do you...were you a baby for years and years? If I see an elf toddler, is that kid older than me? Or do you grow up at a normal rate, but then everyone treats you like a child for the next few decades?"
As he talked, Torgan cut easily through the crowd in the direction towards town. He didn't quite know the way, but he could ask for directions once he hit the village proper.
OOC: Heading towards Viorec's house.
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