Name: Ugrel Hellsong<br/>Age: Early 20's<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Orc (Ties to the Horde severed after the war against the Lich King)<br/>Armor: Sanctified Scourge-lord battlegear with a hood (Tier below heroic)<br/>(Physical Description in Avatar)<br/><br/>Ugrel stretched his shoulder muscles, his armor starting to feel heavy as he approached the tavern door. "I really need to get some rest soon.." He carefully walked inside the tavern, his eyes on alert, scanning the tavern for a vacant table. Eventually spotting one, he began to make his way to the table, knocking over a mug on another table carelessly, grunting in anger as he picks up the mug and places it back on the table. Finally, the Orc sat at his table with a thud from the weight of his armor, the chair barely managing to hold his built frame at the same time. The Orc grunted contently to himself again, lifting off his hood then placing his rune-emblazoned war-axe beside him so it was in view, should anyone dare to steal it from the Death Knight. His cold, glowing eyes focused on the axe as he waved at the nearest bartender. The Orc cleared his throat.. "Mead, please"<br/><br/>The barmaid looked at the Orc, horrified, rushing quickly to the keg to fill a mug, then trying not to spill the mead on her way to the Orc's table. She carefully planted the mug firmly on the table, distracted by the Orc's horrifying armor. Ugrel grunted "Problem?" and with that, the barmaid quickly hurried away from the Orc's presence. The Orc placed his hands around the mug and put it to his lips, taking a cautious sip then drinking more of it before placing it back down on the table. The Orc looked around the tavern for signs of life other than the bartenders, eventually giving up search and shifting his eyes back to the axe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>