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"Sssaaaah, Karsk," Melfa tipped her head to the orc, "Melfa move on to warmer Keeps." This was likely a one-time adventure for her here to the fabled birthplace of the Yaegir. Much too cold for her liking, even if she had spent some of her better years within the Spine's orc and witch clans...

Draconic? She did not. There were those who believed the ancient origins of their native tongue to be descended of draconic, but the languages were far too separated by the centuries of civilized living to match any longer. "Melfa sleep with hot coals," she responded, the tilt of her skull and...

Melfa did not understand her the first time she was addressed by the dark elf. Not surprisingly, she did not understand her the second time either. Halfway through donning the many layers of her armor, the komodi looked up only at the perceived sound of her name and gave the drow a most...

"Sssagira stay with Melfa as looooong as him like, haaaa?" Melfa cooed at Otho as he hid behind her, tickling him under the chin with a claw meant for rending armor, flesh, and bone alike. There were several elves in the tub at once, then only one, and Karsk making an exit to add more heat...

Melfa was quite distracted preening and crooning in Komodan at the wee bab. Her claws scritched and scratched, tickled and poked as it rolled about on her chest, splashing water and nuzzling against her. She'd never been one for pets - too often on the move through dangerous places and...

Melfa did not even blinked at the chaotic scene as it unfolded. Slit pupils followed the raucous here to there, nictitating membranes flickering sideways over her eyes at the splash of water as the reptilian belly-flopped into the large bath before her. "Wat-" the komodo canted her head to one...

Melfa had, perhaps, quite a few more layers to doff than her orc counterpart and she did so with graceless efficiency. First the various piles of pelt, leather, and wool. Then clawed, four digit hands made quick work of her armor beneath. There was little to speak of under the metal and hardened...

Given her penchant for warmer climbes, most wonders of Crobhear remained a mystery to Melfa. Though let no one say she was not a Komodi of curiosity. The promise of intrigue was near enough to all one needed for stringing the frigid heathen along with them. Especially when the tiny man with the...

Upon reaching for another mug, Melfa's claws grasped air. She blinked from within her hooded wraps of furs for the tiny human only to find a vacant space before her where once there had been a multitude of drinkable warmths. Disappointment colored her reptilian stare for only a brief moment...

From within the cowl of her many layers, two hellfire eyes pinned the tiny human with a curious look. There was a beat after the offer, the flicker of a forked tongue, then a clawed hand reached forward to take up a cup from the platter in the fashion of an adult to a child's tea party set...

Far below in the light of the moon, the telltale signs of a returning hunting party puttered along the crags of the mountains. Torches and lanterns dotted the dark miasma of moving bodies while the gale brought in the sounds of loud conversation and drunken laughter. Clearly they'd been...

Slowly trudging through the mud, Melfa gave little heed to what had been a wounded shoulder and instead look to the giant mound of the dead minotaur several yards away, impressed. "Enemies," she answered Edric with a heated snort that sent smoke billowing from her nostrils as remnants of her...

By the time Edric had finished off his oversized opponent, the last of the intruders that could still manage to move had retreated, leaving the majority of their comrades either dead or downed among the encampment. Melfa trudged through the mud, second eyelids blinking back the rain, and...

A sudden explosion of fire filled the darkness to his right - spouting from the mouth of the caravan's leader. The flames licked across two separate attackers, sticking to their skin and armor like tar and burning through flesh and leather alike. They scattered into the rain, screeching and...

The institution of night watches hadn't been overlooked, merely unlucky that the current watchman's route had taken them on the opposite end of where the intruders had ventured in. At the sound of the horrific scream, the orc came running - his bulky form stomped through mud between the tents...