In Their Midst
by J. Goodall Farlander
The great man in contemplation - Goodal Farlander
Forward
Soon I will begin a study that I believe will be of great benefit to my chosen field of cultural anthropology. When it came time to choose a topic for my doctoral thesis at the Britain Royal Academy I was at a loss. That is until I heard of the Bloodrock Orcs.
There exists, some distance northwest of Minoc and Vesper, near the Shrine of Compassion, an actual community of orcs who not only live in a large group, but have constructed a stockade. This completely contradicts the long-held belief that orcs are a semi-nomadic race incapable of forming advanced societal structures. I plan to go and live among them, to study them. It shouldn't be to difficult, given my knowledge of uncivilized savages and my training in learning languages, to ensconce myself within this group. Perhaps they shall make me one of their tribe.
My brother, Rad Farlander, the adventurer has picked up some Orcish in his travels. He has given me a key introductory phrase that I may use to quickly get through the riff-raff to an audience with the Orcish chieftain.
I have outfitted myself in jaunty traveling attire that is sure to draw attention and command respect.
I do cut a dashing figure
I had wanted a stylish black staff, but as it was too heavy, a simple shepherd's crook shall have to serve me as a walking stick. Tomorrow, I set forth to achieve fame as the preeminent cultural anthropologist in the history of Britain. I wonder if I should contact a bard now to begin the epic song of my journeys?
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