<div class="floatright">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/eddb136977a21d52844f4038b1e43561/tumblr_oc0cg4owaw1thu75jo1_1280.png)</div><strong>Ogzi Thorne</strong><br/><br/>Ogzi gave a brief yelp when Cathari grabbed and hugged him, a sheepish but pleased grin plastering on his face.<strong>"Oh? I mean uh, thanks. Did you think we were all going to be, I dunno, grizzled old dudes with eyepatches and missing teeth and bad stories about good orcs?"</strong>He chuckled lightly. Well, it was what<em>he</em>had been expecting. He lurched a bit when the catgirl was tugged up and away, gawking first at the enormous woman (he was reasonably sure it was a woman!) tossing and turning Cathari. Oh, panties! He cleared his throat softly and looked to Lauriel.<strong>"This is going to be an odd day already, I can tell."</strong><br/><br/>And then the announcer went over his cards. Ogzi tried to pay attention, but rankly there was a lot of distracting stuff  going on. His pointed ears almost twitched though when his stage name was brought up. And that's all it took. He stood up abruptly, flexed his arms overhead, and unleashed his mightiest<em><strong>"YARRRRGH!"</strong></em>with a fierce half-orcish (well,<em>quarter</em>-orcish...) snarl. It's pure muscle memory, perhaps, because he flushes hotly when he realizes he's getting more than a few stares. "Derk is a perfectly good name," he mutters sourly at Menzoza. All was forgiven and forgotten though, when he tossed an arm over Cathari's shoulders. The other arm almost did the same for Menzoza, but he thought better of it at the last moment.<strong>"Yeah, we're going to rock this dungeon. Like a really big storm, you know? Eye of the Displacer Beast, guys."</strong>