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The Orc woman would take a few steps forward on the port, noticing the man who had skittered up to her. Arglos would blink a few times, staring down at the man with a hint of confusion. As the man chattered on, Arglos would look over her shoulder towards the boat she had just stepped off from. She’d then turn her attention to her prosthetic arm, swiping off any sort of dirt or debris that found itself on it. Recalling the small man, she’d look back down to the man who awaited a response, tilting her head slightly before grumbling, “I’m here for my friends. Move, tiny.” Pushing past the well-dressed tiny man, Arglos would trudge forwards in the direction of the bustling stalls.