*A portly female orc with wild braids in her hair and a gruff voice walks in to the Inn and looks around. She clears her throat then asks in the most pleasing manner possible:*
*As Arthos walks past the Inn his ears perk up hearing his name. He wanders into the Inn. His face is drawn and looks hagered like he hasn't slept for a couple days. Athros lip breaks into a small smile and with forced cheerfulness he says*