Thoven
The druid does not apparently notice the others leave, talking to himself or possibly even the silent one, whose name he has obviously not yet learned, "I also had a nice crop of new stuff that I had found in the forests of Metito along with the elves. Now there is a group of blokes that knows how to party. They got a century or two on me, and thats just in this particular generation!" He blinks, "Orcs?"