<div class="floatright">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/5893f1b01a6da0d41e85e98234373ace/tumblr_nkrz84a9xa1tk4029o5_1280.jpg)</div>Ogzi Thorn (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=893730)<br/><br/>Ogzi had stepped back to let the women sort out their hierarchy. It was a delight to watch, after all. While they were doing all that, he checked his equipment. Scimitar? Check. Ridiculous horned helmet? Barbaric Axe of Orcish Barbarity? Check Gaudy costume resembling fake armor? Check! Lady Ellilaestraieaela's token of appreciation? Silky, fragrant, and check. He was all set!<br/><br/><strong>"Why would you need a body for popcorn? You've obviously got a mouth,"</strong>he remarked to the skull, fists on his hips. There was a wide-eyed expression of...<em>something</em>when the gentleman door edifice he had been talking to split like a man owing alimony.<strong>"Well... maybe not...Ahem."</strong>He drew up his sword belt and strode into the hallway to behold the sign.<br/><br/><strong>"I think that's cheating, Menzoza,"</strong>he remarked to the elf.<strong>"You have to do it <em>correctly</em>."</strong>So saying he drew his scimitar - no graceful work of desert elf art this, it was more of a chopper, a heavy, long cutlass if anything.<strong> "See, when you make a choice, you have to be authoritative, confident."</strong>So saying he turned to th sign, rolled his eyes up and unleashed an orcish war-cry of<strong>"WAAAAAUUUGH!"</strong>before smashing the blade into the sign like a man possessed of a great dislike of signs.<br/><br/><strong>"DUNGEON-KEEPER! We have made our choice! Your sign has been NOTARIZED!"</strong>he bellowed to whoever or whatever is listening. He has a good bellow for such a slight build. After a moment, he twirled the blade in his hand and turned to the women.<strong>"LIKE THAT... Uhm, ahem,"</strong>he cleared his throat.<strong>"like that, I mean."</strong>