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[center][h2][color=f26522]Korgath[/color][/h2]
[color=f26522][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild Hall
[color=f26522][b]INTERACTING WITH:[/b][/color] Ahnciel[@Hawlin], Maya[@SilverDawn], Strange girl with too many names[@Chasers115], Alexander[@Conscripts] 
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To those sitting in the Guild Hall, there was an unusual and somewhat distressing sight. In the middle of the lounge, there sat a fully-grown orc, long brown hair shaking on his back as he took in deep, shuddering breaths. The skin on his face and torso was on the border between green and red, seeming to go back and forth with every exhalation. To someone who had never seen an orc before, he looked unstable. To someone who had, he looked even more so. Head bent, intense eyes boring a hole in the floor, his face was twisted, gnarled eyebrows knit together through tangled scars. His large tusks were fully showing, the edge of his lower lip pulled back to reveal carnivorous teeth gleaming in the natural light of the hall. At the man’s feet, there rested a beast larger than himself, a mass of dark grey fur with twitching ears and paws as large as dinner plates. The quiet sound of bone splintering sounded from its maw, the animal’s fangs stained red as it tore the last remaining flesh from an ox’s femur. To someone who did not know them, it would be an imposing sight.

Korgath, however, simply hoped no one else noticed that he was trying to keep down his lunch.

Today would be his first day with the Iron Rose Adventurer’s Guild, and first days meant first impressions. This was certainly the place to find strong Hunters, just… He wished there weren’t so many people. The orc had been alright for the most part until the four B-ranks appeared, but then, all of a sudden, the receptionist had declared jobs that needed done and already his peers were swarming over, eager to collect on whatever bounties they saw. The hunter would need something impressive, something dangerous to win over the best Packmates or at least cement his position, but for now he was frozen on a wooden bench, panicking.

 Idly, the orc felt a tail slap against his reluctantly clothed leg, and glanced over to see Kitty staring up at him, ears tucked back and panting slightly as a few speckles of blood and saliva dripped from her muzzle.

That got a smile out of him, and was enough to shake him from his reverie. They could do this. 

Slapping his face a couple of times, the Hunter stood up, popping a stiff shoulder as he slung his pack over a bare shoulder. Already a few of his peers had joined the receptionist, and there appeared to be an errant… child? Someone rather small, anyhow. They seemed distressed. Walking over, Korgath did not realize that Kitty was running ahead, hounding the smaller figure’s backside. The orc was too focused on keeping his cool, all too aware of his skin  as he tried to smile at strangers. Human customs were so strange. 

[color=f26522]“H-hello, Receptionist Maya, human male, and small girl with horns!”[/color] Off to a good start, keep it rolling...  [color=f26522]“I see quests are posted, and you ask for someone hardy. I hope to fill that position.”[/color] Hell, this was easy. Grinning at his grasp of the new language, the orc continued. [color=f26522]“I am that. Hardy. I am hardy. So is Kitty.”[/color] He moved his hand beside him, swiping at the air a few times before glancing down. Kitty was not there. Green changed to a deep crimson.

What Korgath had failed to notice was Kitty taking a great interest in the small, alchemical creature. The beast had dropped her oxbone and was rapidly circling the humanoid, sniffing frantically. The wolf drank in the creature’s scent, slapping her tail against the counter with a steady thumping and nuzzling his chest with her head. She was still covered in oxblood.