True to orcish nature, he hadn't requested to meet in anywhere private, but, rather, in the middle of a fairly low-class and rude tavern. He spots the orc, very clearly, sitting at a table near the center of the room, with his distinctive eyepatch, two rather stunningly attractive orc women with him; one sitting in his lap, the other hanging off of his shoulder. Both are flawless examples of, at the very least, orcish beauty; their proportions are... overly large, in all the important areas, to be sure. Despite the attention, the old, grizzled orc god simply sits, calmly, occasionally taking a drink from his mug of beer. He nods to Draiss as he enters, and gestures to a seat across from him.<br/><br/>"So. I never realized you were<em>that</em>Draiss," Gruumsh says, grunting, as Draiss takes his seat.