"Eh, they're ale stinks! Outta my way please! I need to find something with an actual kick before I forget what<em>real</em>alchohol tastes like" Roryn Blacknife grumbled as he ambled his way through the doors to the tavern and pushed past the patrons coming in, totally sober despite the 5 Ale's he'd had.<br/><br/>In his mind they weren't really Ale's in the first place, more like watered down tea. His heavy armor clanked as he walked due to the double headed battle axe strapped to his back.<em>I need something to do! It's bloody boring here and the taverns and pubs all have swill for drinks. Damned cities, don't know the difference between their backside and a hole in the ground when it comes to a good drink!</em>Roryn thought as he ambled along the street and came to a big sign that read<strong>Guild of Adventurers: NOW HIRING</strong>.<br/>Roryn looked up into the sky and silently cursed. "Ah well! Atleast it's something to do!" Roryn said, taking his axe from his back and using it like a walking stick, relieving the pain in his back.<br/><br/>Roryn was over 60 years old though he didn't look or act a day over thirty. He kept his black beard thick but short and trimmed, his equally black hair on the other hand, was wound in a long ponytail that almost hung to his rock solid buttocks. There wasn't a lick of fat on him either, except for a slight beer belly that had only began to sprout because of his favor of drink. He watched as an Orc, then a male human approached the man standing outside, drawing attention to the building and the sign. Not really caring whether it paid well or not, he pushed past the man and stepped up beside the Orc.<br/>"I don't suppose you know if they have any decent beverages fit for a Dwarf's belly? That'll be reward enough for an end to my boredom" Roryn's voice was thick with a deep rumble as he spoke near fluent 'common', and let the axe clang against the ground for added emphasis.<br/><br/>He normally wasn't so rude but, boredom for a dwarven warrior like Roryn was like torture. Even torture was preferable to some dwarves, Roryn being one of them, because with torture atleast there was a face to pummel once you escaped. He smiled broadly showing the man his stained yellow teeth.