Yesterday I received an unexpected visit.
I was resting at Britannia's park, when someone approached me. It was an ugly orc, but he didn't attacked me.
The misterious orc, telling me a tale about an old wizard and how he killed a young explorer who dared to enter into his realm.
It was Urr! One of my old friends, the first and oldest ranger of this lands (and one of the older elves).
We spent some time talking about our adventures (or, in my case, the lack of them), and then he went to the east to "do some tasks".