The teenage Gaznag hauled his latest merchandise out of the trade ship, heaving it into a cart. Only then did he turn and stare in wonder of the city that laid before him - this was his first sea travel, nothing like the crummy wagons he had rode before to get from town to town on his job. When the gentleman introduced himself, Gaznag was somewhat shocked - a human had openly come up to him and introduced himself, one of clear luxury at that. Both were new experiences to Gaznag.
"Just here for trade," Gaznag muttered warily, diverting his eyes downwards despite his large size. In a small trading settlement he may have buffed out his chest, but he saw the plated guards patrolling across the bazaar - better to keep his presence small and respectful to someone dressed like this.
The gentlemen cocked his head, and began opening his mouth before another orc - Bilgum - interrupted with none of the same courteousness Gaznag had tried to afford. "We're moving goods. If you aren't checking our cargo, let us head out," Bilgum uttered curtly.
Recommended Comments