By Nerrok Shortly after the events which conspired in Theramore had occured, Nerrok found himself hanging up his armor and weapons back in The Slow Blade. A cool bath in the Southfury river had left him calm, relaxed...Reflective on the night's events. It wasn't much long after he'd lied down along the hard red dirt that made up the store's floor that Krelle poked her head through the door, making her way inside. The two sat up for quite a bit, talking, conversing about what had happened...Even a few things that hadn't, or had yet to. One thing in particular, though, struck a chord with the orc hunter.