The Dvergar male looked toward a bird woman that made Zephyr, the 'drunken' thief to give up everything he had stolen tonight. Okor simply grunted as he pushed past the people and scooped his jewellery of advanced smith art into a new pouch and attached it to his waist. He looked toward the avian woman. She was apparently the owner of this brothel and when she decided to let Zephyr stay. The man lost all taste for this brothel. A owner that allows her customers to be robbed of their belongings.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">"The Dvergar race will know of this scum bag cheap harlot place and if they ever see it, they will not drink and spend coins. They will destroy this shitty Harlot place!"</span><br/><br/>Okor Smitale shifted his position as he moved toward the exit of the place. His enjoyment in this city seemingly turn short handed. With his hammer still in his hand. He steadily raised it and as he passed by the table he had earlier knocked. He gave it a firm hit and a loud crack could be heard as the table broke around the area he had shoved his hammer down. Ignoring any possible consequences.<br/><br/>While he progressed toward the exit the hammer was sheathed by his waist. He took a woman, elf and slammed a piece of jewellery in her hand and pointed toward the door. Luckily for him the elven woman was just a visitor and was gladly to leave the tavern with him even thought his display of bothersome attitude. Crashing the door open and people could hear the woman yelp as he lifted her up and carried her off. Taking a woman with him as he left Hunth for good.<br/><br/>Okor smitale wasn't sure how long the elven woman would follow. But he was sure he could hold onto her for a while as the direction he headed was after all to the home of theirs. Planning to ravage her in the night when the armour of his could be removed.<br/><br/>He was planning to travel toward the abandoned ancient<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.presidiacreative.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/apocalypse-70.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">city</a>he had found on his way here. Some precious gems and various sorts had been found among the rumble. Even thought the place looked scavenged it seemingly host some goodies still. Apparently these items wasn't deemed needed as the new world came to be. Perhaps because it was goods of survival that was in focus.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">With that I take my leave. If I return or not, is a wait and see. The elven woman was just a random NPC, so none of your characters. Then again, can't stop anyone from trying to roleplay said elf in a private PM *shrugs with a snicker* </div>
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