I've seen combat before, but not like this.  Everyone clings to what they know and all I know is my faith.... if even that.  I know not my place in all this but I have faith that the Lord Ilmater will guide me his will be done.  Thank you.

In your anti-social night of "revelry," you notice another out-of-place sort, also being anti-social, at a table by themselves. A half-orc, bald head, 6' something, gray-skinned and young-looking. He is even more out of place looking by the giant axe he carries that normal townsfolk don't seem to have.

To Place. These cultists revel in destroying and killing. It's what gets them the pats on the head and scratches behind thier ears from thier masters. They deserve nothing but the same. I don't want them to suffer. I don't want them to feel guilt over what they are. I just want them to stop. Forever. My axe stops them."  

hmmmm..... well generally I take the stance of lets say.... not rocking the boat, and when someone tries to sink every boat in the lake do summon a planet ending dragon, well you have to tie a rock to them, regardless unless there is something more precedent I think we have more to learn back at that camp.

Kamag is unsure why he came into town.   He had been unable to find work as of late, perhaps for lack of effort, given his preference for fighting and drinking over labor.  He had been in the area long enough to recognize most everyone present, and most knew well enough that he wasn't there to socialize.   The druid and dragonborn stood out, and their demeanor seemed purposeful.   He watched closely, while trying not to be obvious.

I ask Mayor Nighthill. Do you know that orc over there.  It seems far out of place in this celebration, perhaps as do we.

Hordkhen nods agreeing with Kod- he stares across the room, gazing somewhere between leagues away, and an axe as big as a plowshare a half-orc was leaning on. Detached, and  as he picks bits of the day from his equipment, "I hope he's got a plan, too lady. I really do. But until he let's us in on the whole gag the boy's right- they need to stop. They can still do good for the world maybe, but penance or as bloodmeal fertilizer; makes no difference to me."   He slugs the rest of the water back and stacks some of his gear neatly along the wall and turns to Nighthill just as Lyria asks him her question.

Nighthill smiles at Lyria. "Why, yes, I do know him. He showed up not long after you left for the cultist's camp. Apparently, he was cut off from Greenest during the raid and was picking off lone cultists from the outskirts. He took refuge in a half-burned building until the coast was clear and was helping with clean up and rebuild efforts while you were gone. His name is Kamag, and I'm pretty sure he's looking for more interesting work than building houses. Speaking of which, Leosin asked me to send you his way when you have time. He's recovering in the chapel with the rest of the wounded, and he's got a job for you. Perhaps your crew could use some extra muscle now that a certain kobold seems to be no longer with you? Kamag was looking for something more attuned to his talents." Nighthill nods at Kamag and points to the rest of the party, then throws his drink back and charges into the partying crowd. "Where's that dwarf! Escobert! Get ready for a tossin'!" He appears to be at least slightly tipsy.

Delirious approaches Kamag, "So I hear you may be looking for some more fulfilling career opportunities... As it so happens, the smallest guy on our team just recently wandered off... Without even letting me taste his anus!" (Delirious drifts out for a moments thinking about succulent cooked kobald anus.)  "Anyway, as it stands we have an opening if you can pass a little initiation of skills. There are a right few people in this very room that may just benefit from a swift beating! Here is the plan; you see that guy over there?" (Pointing to some random gentleman not too far away.) "You and I are going to stage a little fight, you push me into him to get his attention, then you come at me like you are going to smash my face in, I duck out of the way with my amazing grace, and you proceed to smash his face in for a moment in a blind rage. OK on 3 go!"

Delirious then leaves Kamags table and stands behind the man he pointed out giving Kamag some weird winking and signaling motions.

uh....yeah..... intiation is his thing but regardless we heard you were fighting cultists and holding g your own already means you would be useful let alone the extra we heard, would be great to have you

Stand by ready to heal incase an injury gets to bad IF something were to happen

Lyria intervenes.   There'll be no smashing of random faces.  I hope you realize this will start a fight with the very people we fought to preserve?

"I'm sure not all of them deserve preservation... maybe that guy would like to get his face randomly smashed in... You don't know?  YOU. DON'T. KNOW! OK fine he probably doesn't." 

Kamag, unsmiling replies "Yeah, I would like a shot at putting some hurt on more cultists, but the day I get worked by a half-elf deviant is the day I eat my own anus, so you can stick your "initiation" up your own.  If you have actual work, then let's talk."  Taking a seat, Kamag leans on his axe and winks at Delirious mockingly.

Delirious winks back completely misunderstanding the mocking and now thinks of himself an Kamag as "in cahoots" 

"Hmm, tastings ones own anus... I might have to try that!" 

Lyria almost smirks at the exchange, but remains unbroken to joy.  Only the most perceptive, might have picked up on the social tick.

To Lyria "I am sure you find this half-elf and his strange proclivities tiresome by now, perhaps he no longer excites you physically?"

To Delirious Kamag presents his middle finger.

"I'm a Wood Elf not some half breed like you! You soft-tusked mouth breather!" 

You're both creatures born from earth, this is like 2 flowers arguing which shape of thorn is best. Nighthill seems too drunk for business I'll be making a map of the camp. have fun you three Perception unless i have to use Passive Perception (13) 11 on Lyria's reaction if failed nothing if success 

Walks by Hordkhen

Enjoy the party I'm off to make some maps and plans for when we get back to the camp I'm interested in that cave, and by the glimmer I saw in your eye I think you might be for a different reason, whenever you feel like i could use some descriptions of what you saw while I was making a Pho Monk

Start drawing a map on 1 sheet of paper

on 5 other sheets i work on something I'm not advertising but not keeping secret

To Delirious "Easy your mightiness...it was obvious I was addressing a fern fluffing forest fornicator, I was simply trying to ascertain your gender.  I am now led to believe that the answer may be subjective, but to be sure you have a hard time taking a joke.  Working with you will be amusing."

To Kagan, "I don't know how to respond to that, I'm thirsty for some moist fish." 

Delirious walks to the bar and orders a snack.