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**It's an average day at the typsy tavern, a few tables populated by the usual drifters and farm hands are drinking and laughing. Iconus is leaning against the wall next to the door watching every coming and going intently. Nodding to the regulars he knows, and giving appraising glares to the others he doesn't. He shrugs and gives a yawn his massive, green arms stretching out and takes another sip from his glass of honey brandy.**

*Trusk stops his way into the tavern in his usual big footed manner. he point to the barkeep and grunts*

you, man thing, you give Trusk drink, Trusk have shinies for trade

*Korrigan, freshly back from recent adventures, sets down the glass he had been washing and addresses the newcomer.*

"Sure, Orc-thing," Korrigan says with grin. "Plop some shinies on my bar and I'll pour you something to turn you even greener."

*Snagging a large tankard from a shelf behind the bar, the barkeep pours Trusk a frothy ale.*

"By the way, this man-thing calls itself Korrigan. Welcome to the Tipsy Traveler."

*trusk drops a small pile of gargon on the bar, containing shiny rocks, a few teeth and some silvercoins. *

here is shinies man thing, give trusk drink

**walks up behind the stranger and motions to Korrigan**
"Itsh on meez tab. Meez nota seez one o' da boyz round ere in a while."

*trusk turns to the stranger standing behind him*

Me Trusk *pounds fist on chest* who be you's?

**puts his massive fist in front of his chest, his thumb pointing at himself**
"Meez Kraggish, but hummiez, shortiez, and pointiez call meez Iconush. Meez da tumper for dis ere inn. Meez from Big Mount Boyz clan."

*trusk subtley looks the orc up and down then circles around to his side*

hmph, me is big guard orc for fix lady. me from Ug-Krush tribe of the westlands

**as you look him up and down you notice he is completely unarmed. His armor is classic orcish. (scalemail and chainmail haphazardly put together) he stands straight, obviously letting you circle him to sniff him out, but when you are behind his back completely he flexes his knuckles, cracking them loudly**

*trusk carries only a stick with two large stones afixed to either end, the top one is round with bands of steel wraped around it, the steel is spiked, the other end has a significantly larger stone that is pitch black and rectangular in shape. trusks armor is also in orcish style. trusk notices the fist and chuckles softly to himself*

hmph, you thinks you is big smash orc in these here's.

**Puffs out his chest**
"Be careful youz not talkin bigga den youz are. Meez no want to shnap off one o' dem puny teefz o' yourz but meez will. Dey growz uz boyz right in da big mount. Youz no wanna be findin dat out."
**Crosses his arms and smiles**

*trusk stands chest to chest with you, locked in a staredown for a few seconds, the laughs loudly and most certainly orcishly while smacking you hard on the arm*

ha ha, you alright with trusk, Trusk never meet mountain orc before, trusk stay and guard chieftain in the wastes and make special big strong orc trips outside of tribe for chief. who you's kill for name.

**Throws his head back and laughs at the same time**
"Youz fine by meez too. Meez kill Clanleader o' da riva boyz. Youz?"

**smiles broadly**
"Yea, killin dark pointiez fun."