A tall, green, gross, dark figure stood sulked over the sign trying to make sense of the odd markings that seemed to say something along the lines of “Now, Hireing” he pondered more as to what it could mean holding his mace in one hand letting the heavy end rest on the ground. The figure was a half-orc standing about 6’7 and looking to weigh about 300 lbs, his name was Gurk.<br/><br/>Gurk wore basic leather armor with little to no gear laced around his attire, he was obviously dumb muscle but why out here and so out of place from the thuggish districts of the city? Perhaps his boss let him go, or died. He stared at the sign more now trying to figure out the odd markings, a frustrated groan followed by slurred speech. “Wha, da wood plank say?” He said in a very bad common tounge.<br/>