Yurgo stared down at the man as he called out to him. He was annoyed by the way the man spoke, so he attempted to push him out of his way and continue forward. He would see that the well-dressed man would let him pass, side-stepping his push. With a grunt, Yurgo stormed past him through the tremendous human fortress gate.
“Move little human, I don’t have time for your words.”
He then walked until he finally found a tavern. He went towards who he thought was the barman. He saw him cleaning the glass of what appeared to be a beer mug with a damp cloth, whistling an annoying human tune.
“Give me a drink, boy.” He orderred the man. Clearly the bartender was upset with his tone, yet he continued to prepare the drink. Yurgo was suspicious of all humans, but he paid with a few mina all the same as any honorable orc would for something they purchased. He downed the drink and looked around the tavern. Strange elves and humans were giving him suspicious looks. This enraged Yurgo, and he stormed out of the tavern and back through the gate-house. He was now less than sober. He bumbled down the road back home towards Krugmar, not wanting to visit any human lands anytime soon.
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