Gru-taf off the boat slowly, he waved back and forth sickly clutching his hand over his mouth doing all he could to suppress his feelings of nausea. Finally after managing to swallow it back down and muttering “Orcs weren’t mean’t for the sea.” He allowed himself to stare to the city before him, though it was dotted by bazaars and traders of all sorts it wasn’t that that caught his eyes. Instead it was the dark grey walls that towered over all else, they were sturdy and easily capable of fending off smaller raiding parties, it put him at some level of ease.
He was caught off guard by the merchant, who clearly had used some strange vile magics to get the jump on the orc but nonetheless he’d let out a hardy laugh when the man approached. “I’ve come for work, tell all your adventurers that in a fortnite they will be out of a job and warn the lasses that I’ll come for them too. For I am Gru-taf, slayer of dragons and eater of witches, if you haven’t heard of me yet you shall soon. Now out of my way, I’ve heard this place has a strange fruit called “oranges” and I hope to partake.” He’d shove the man out of his way in his hopes to locate the citrus he actually had come to try.
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