Orthak waited in the town square reluctantly leaning on a wall and glaring at those who stopped by him to long, his red eyes quickly sending them on their way. He idly strummed his bow and adjusted his cloak. Supposedly there was supposed to be a group of people meeting here for some sort of job. Theoretically it would be interesting at the least although Orthak already had his doubts about this given the tawdriness of the adventurers that were supposed to show up.