Grox watched as the elf and the wizard had their dispute. He was rather interested in seeing two races he hates quarrel with each other, but the fun came to an end quickly. His attention quickly turned towards the items in the room, and he silently observed the tower's interior. He wasn't much of an interior designer, but the place looked nice. He was considering ways to kill the mage, and take the tower from him when it interrupted the thought line by opening the door. Outside stood a giant Ogre some ten meters from Woggha. The ogre looked like a plush toy next to Woggha as they both stood in front of the tower. And it is rare to say such a nice thing at an ogre, even in such a situation. Woggha looked at the Ogre next to him and let out a faint laughter as the wizard tried to explain things to the Ogre. Grox just let out a sigh. He'll never get his companion's humour.

As soon as the wizard turned back from the door, Grox stood in front of him. [color=00a651]"Wat u want wizurd? We dun haf time fo you blabber. U need mo trinketz, wat u need us fo?"[/color] Grox suggestively looked around the many bookcases and trinkets that littered the wizard's place. He stood a step closer to Yashar, closing the space between the two to an uncomfortable level. [color=00a651]"Wat u need dat iz so shiny ta get us boyz fo?"[/color] Grox looked into the wizards eyes, this time sparing him from the crude orcish shouting. He was intimidating, and could wrestle this fragile man easely, but he was no fool, and the guy's eyes hold malevolent looks he only saw when Woggha's whacking humans. He kept his eyes on the wizard as he sat down on a chair. As his patience was short, and he wanted to go as fast as he could, he shouted for the half-elf upstairs. [color=00a651]"Get down 'ere u midgut! Dem wizur haz a vizito'!"[/color]