Battle of Bloodmarch Hill [IC]

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Borg

Borg makes sure his wares are safely locked under his stall before heading toward the ceremony. He's been here for four months and has done what he could to get by; building a small vendors stall, helping the various patrols to aid his new home and getting to know the few folk who talk to him hopefully being at this event could improve his social standing. At least it wasn't a as bad as living in his tribe near Urgir he was lucky if others ignored him let alone notice his existence and that's when the pain came, he was lucky to escape while he could. Pushing the bad thoughts away he found a place among some of the others gathering for the event standing next to a pretty girl in a dress and a elderly man . Borg nods at the both of you "Evenin'". Probaly doesnt help that you cant say more than 5 words to people.