Tusk enters a tavern he pulls his hood down far to hide away his charred face, its been a long time since he had a drink or a bed ... He's hoping to find a job though he knows for a man like him there's only two kinds of jobs some one would give. Thats either killing ... or dying. He peered outside the window after taking a seat and muttered to quietly in orcish "If only the world were kinder ... if I don't get a job ... at least it'll be smaller" He was hungry with no money nor sigh of relief he was growing desperate the voice of Gruumsh (its an orcish god thats speaks to all orcs regardless of their religion or loyalty) spoke to him "Your pathetic sitting in an inn of elves if your hungry then take whats yours" tusk responded quietly "You do not reign over me Gruumsh I will not resort to foul play ... not yet."