Talion was as humanly possible amazed at the scale of the big city,
-“Big.” Talion muttered,
-“Big? HA! that’s an understatement.” Roared the rather large fellow next to him (This man he was easily 7 feet tall thought Talion),
"My name is Grob-Ub, what is it you seek Impure?”
-“How did you kn..”, before he could finish the sentence the large person spoke
-“I am what your tongue would call an Orc, and I have not smelt your kind in many a millennia, you don't have that much of a distinct scent,
but I remember smelling your kind just a few days ago, tell me Impure are you related?”
-“What’s it to you?”
-“I meant no offence, I was just... curious”
-“In that case, I think it was my father, do you know of where he might be?”
-“No, but I know of who might, say, is that what brings you here?”
-“Yes, and that of my mother is sick.”
We find the duo walking into a tavern when many of the Orcs and Uruks stopped what they were doing and stare silently of what walked in
-“Grob-Ub , throqu-shara dug agh zagh!”, said the bartender
The hoards cheered for Grob-Ub, mean while Talion what confused as of why
Talion asked “What is all the commotion about?”
-”In your tongue I am known as ‘The Devourer of Men and Mountains’ though I have left that life behind my reputation still exceeds, not to worry,
this is a friendly tavern just don't say anything you wouldn't want to be told.”
-“Where is this man you have told me of?”
-“Man? HA! No, not man, he is a Goblin sneaky thing if you ask anyone, over there in that corner.”
As they walked towards the Goblin, Talion was pushed into the wall by an Uruk whose facial feature was just indescribably ugly (to say least),
then Uruk spoke “glob snaga buub-hai.”
Not understanding what he said, Talion replied with, “Get of me you filth.” Then Uruk threw him out of the tavern quite harshly and said
in the human language “You filth, stay out!”
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