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[color=9e0b0f][i]"By the Night Mother's tits, he is going to be one of those..."[/i][/color] Gur thought with an inward groan as he received Alaus's oh so humble response to his welcoming. The Orc had had a life time to get to know the holier than thou attitude that so many Altmer seem to develop, even more so when it came to the pompously named [i]High Elves[/i] and their view on the Orcs. [color=9e0b0f][b]"My name is Gur, my brother, not Orsimer. It is best to remember that."[/b][/color] He said, the mirth from earlier having vacated his tone all together. Gur quickly downed the first shot that was offered to him, it seeming to have no effect on him, before his attention was called to Kraven entering the room. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Ah it is the old hound himself!!"[/b][/color] Gur said with a hearty laugh as he greeted his old friend. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Ah of course, the forge here would be lost without me. But you of all people know that blades only do so much, better to get our hands involved. Er claws in some cases I suppose."[/b][/color] He joked as he poured a second shot that again he quickly drained. It was as he was pouring a third one that the toasts were proposed. Though the taste in his mouth regarding the sanctuary's new arrival was more than a bit bitter Gur couldn't help but agree with the idea of restoring the Brotherhood to a proper state. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Hail Sithis!!"[/b][/color] Gur howled before taking down yet another drink and went to start pouring another.