He responds, "The only elevation I seek to achieve is glory among the great warriors of the afterlife." Skalvig continues on his way, looking for his next place of dwelling to continue searching for mercenary work and leaving the gentleman a bit dumbfounded. He settles in the corner of a rowdy inn, looking around for a server. He calls out and a young boy comes over and starts questioning him on the various goings on. Eventually he learns about an ongoing rift between two warring tribes in the mountains looking for trained and skilled fighters willing to sell their arms to their service. He slams his fist down and calls to the bartender, "Barkeep, send me a meal and i shall be on my way, I crave sustenance."
After his meal, he pays and grabs his massive battleaxe, sheating it on a plain leather sheath on his back. A drunkard stumbles into him, inciting a growl from the young Uruk, sending a shiver down the man's spine as he sees the hand gripping the axe's handle, ready to unsheathe. The man stumbles back into a table, and the Skalvig
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