Guriek looks upon the city that sprawled before him, face remaining unchanged. It was a bustling hub of noise and life, too busy for his taste. Too many people with motives, schemes, plots, he didn't enjoy such things. Still, perhaps there was work to be found. As he thought this to himself, a strange approached him and bombarded him with questions and overly-energetic excitement he was not accustomed to.
"Hmph." responds the Uruk, turning from the man and walking away. He didn't have an interest in the showboat or his questions, if there was good work to be had then he would find it in the closest tavern.
