Bannora sat near a stream fishing for salmon and carp. The fall season was around the corner and he didn't want to lose some food to the weather, not that he had an issue with Tilapia or seafood. He just liked fishing for his own food. Bannora just preferred catching his own spoils.
He saw the wind picking up in the distance and felt a surge of magic hit the realm. He stood and stretched, sticking his pole in the ground and putting some rocks around it to keep it in place.
Bannora was a very big Orc but not like his savage brethren of the Southern tribes. He originated from the north and headed south west for city folk and to learn more. He lifted his great axe Wreath and started back to his cabin to prepare for the incoming storm
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