DM: Awkward Introductions

Orik drops his bastard sword and runs towards the man in the other room’s doorway.

“Lloyd Avertin!” The taller man pulls up the startled half-elf into a tight hug.

“Orik Vancaskerin.” The half-elf hugs back and replies, though his tone is much less subdued.

“You guys know each other?” Guy curiously asks which promptly forces the two grown men to break up their hug. Orik, though, kept hold of the half-elf’s shoulder.

“Ummm… we know each other from town.” Lloyd explains. “Orik’s a traveling mercenary and he passed by Sandpoint last year and stayed for a couple of months. He joined the town guards during that time. We… worked together.”

“I knew you’d come here.” Orik interjected. “Your friend Jared arrived a couple of days ago. He's either with Lyrie in the room just up north, in her lab, no doubt doing something weird. Otherwise, he's probably with Naulia down below. She is always down below.

“Man, I hate this place. Hate being cooped up here waiting. You can't go up, because the goblins stink, and their manners are… yeuch! Life here is not glamorous. I was going to give it 24 hours, and if there’s no update on plans by then, I was considering bailing.”

“But that probably will change with you here. Man! I missed you so much!” Orik gives the half-elf another hug.