The sun shines from outside, slowly being blocked out in the doorway as a massive shadow approaches and ducks into the tavern. Gomdar a towering orc steps into the Bobbing head, a grin on his face and a swagger in his massive step. He moves to the innkeeper setting down a small sack of gold, ordering a room for the night before setting down his gargantuan axe on the wall, removing his wolf mask and rolling his shoulders. The male showed the markers of a Moknathal, his skin a deep brown, littered with Tattoo's marking him as a Veteran of the Horde, and a leader among them. He moves to the bar, setting down another sack of coin, looking around at the rampant rutting the bar was known for, a smirk on his face as he turns back to the barkeep. "A round of drinks for the bar, Hold them for the ones who are...Busy.." he chuckles and moves to a large seat, leaning back and lifting his mug to swig the fine ale he ordered. He rubs the stubble under his chin as he eyed the lovely patrons, enjoying the show for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>