Luckily, the orcs only pay you a glance, their eyes flashing with lust... but it fades, a frown on their features.  Apparently, as sexy as you are, you're not 'up to par' with these Irish orks' standards, not uncommon with BTL junkies who often enjoyed 'too perfect' women in their BTL fantasies.  Following them, they head around to the back of a dilapidated old office building turned flats, to a... brick wall.  However, the brick wall is<em>opened</em>from a missing brick as the handle and the two orks go in.  Out wafts the odors of sweat, vomit, and blood... as well as a light burning smell caused by hot-running technology, all traits of a 'good' BTL den.<br/><br/>Inside the door as you enter, there is a troll standing there, holding what is<em>clearly</em>an Uzi-IV fit for a troll's grip, his flaming red hair and horns a sure sign he too is Irish - expected in this area - and the glare tells you he's not too happy with what he sees...<br/><br/>"You!" he grunts, though a thick Irish brogue is flowing out as well "Who sent ye, an' how'd ye find it otherwise?"