A hulking figure lurked about the bar. Wortbad had mosty hanged around this part of the underhive. It was pretty boring, apart from the ocassional overzealous bounty hunter, none dared challange the hulking ork. It was for this reason that he too made his way to the bar. He had seen form a distance the myriad of interesting characers flocking to the building, and it seemed like the place could explode into brutal combat at a moments notice.<br/><br/>It was like this that the ork nob entered the building. The door, already having received quite some punishment from some of the other rough customers in the building, finally gave out and flew off the hinges. The barkeep, already quite stressed out from all the insanity going on around him, couldn't care any less at this stage. And with that, the ork stepped inside. He looked around and to his pleasant surprise, saw another ork.<span style="color: #40BF00">"By Mork, another ork on diz panzie planet? how did ya get here."</span>As he stepped towards his slightly smaller soon-to-be compatriot, he judged the other patrons as well. He didn't think much of the dark eldar with their fancy wines and polished 'armor',nor did he give the normal humans in the building much pauze. He had been killing them regularly for the past few years or so, and they had yet to produce a combatant that was more than a speed bump to him. though the space marines looked like they could be fun.<span style="color: #40BF00">"Get whatever panzie brew ya hoomies call hard liquor out right now. I'll pay ya ith not wrecking da place"</span>