Goktar scribbles a barely legible note next to the Butcher's post.
"Hozh meetz, tryd zum ob da zhara agh id wuz bezt mi ebbur taizted. Mi wyll urdur zum haaflyng zuun."
Goktar gives a quick glance over his copy before heading to his blacksmithing chambers. He begins to scribble the proverbs all over the walls of his room, as if to memorize them.
"Mi nub gruk wud mi wuld du widoud deez."
Goktar snorts loudly, he heads out towards the other races in search of the whitewash and Axe.
"Ib am bin tu lung zynce wi hab had ah wytewazh in da Uzg, mi wyll perzunalli peep fur hym agh maik exampul ob hym."