[center][h3][color=808080]HAMMERHAND[/color][/h3][/center]
In the middle of downing his second tankard of frothy mead the old orc glanced as a boy strutting by him drew the attention of other patrons from their drinks, even causing a few to scurry out of the tavern like little mice.

[i]Clunk[/i] the orc set his drink down on the bar, he didn't need to eavesdrop to hear the useless blubbering of one patron trying to tell the one's at the table to take theirs. Hammerhand wasn't going anywhere - that was without a fight, with either this pompous child or the other orc.

"[color=808080]You ave' some balls to talk like you own dis place humie, but ain't nobody ere taking fuck'n orders from a baby. If you is deservin' of respect then prove it.[/color]" the old orc spoke up standing from his seat, the chair making a squeal and creaking as his weight was lifted from it.