As the caravan's made their way into town Kulgnar breathed a sigh of relief, finally after weeks on the road he would have a chance to sit back and relax. The caravan he had helped guard stopped out front and he hoped down from the wagon, taking a moment to count out his pay from his employer and letting his crossbow drop to the side, hanging from a safari style sling over one shoulder. He was tall for a dwarf with dark skin yet offset by fiery red hair that seemed as untamed as flame itself. He was dressed in the vestments of Torag, the god of the earth and lord of creation and above that was a set of full plate armor with a warhammer strapped to his belt.<br/><br/>He stood there, listening to the half orcs speech and couldnt help but think it was the same as every authority figures speech when one entered a city. "Scuse me Lieutenant, where can a man get a hot meal, a stiff drink, a comfortable place ta sleep 'round 'ere?" he asked in an even tone.