The light level in the tavern dims slightly as a massive figure looms in the doorway, elbowing through it and peering around the darkness with small, dark eyes. "I am Kragga," she rumbles. "Who is the person who posted this?" She holds up the notice from the board and... yes, it looks like part of the board too. On seeing the woman beckon her over, the orc moves with deceptive grace through the sparse crowd, sitting down heavily in a chair that protests against abuse. "You offer a job? I will help. I am Kragga, and I will beat anyone you care to name in single combat," she boasts; and from the way muscles ripple under her thick, pale green hide that doesn't seem like an idle boast. At her side is a club with some reddish-brown stains on the business end, and she's got on mostly leather armor with a few metal pieces arranged to show off what of a feminine figure the orcish woman has; on a human, or maybe even on an orc scaled down 10-20%, the effect would be a good one. On Kragga, it's... well, not funny, unless you wanted to feel the tusks on the side of her head goring you in a tender place. "Where are we going to go?" She immediately begins peering around for a serving wench to bring ale; weak stuff that got served here in human areas, but it would do for a start. Besides, she had to keep her brain clear for working, now.