[h1][center] [color=39b54a]Lug[/color] [/center] [/h1]
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[@Overlord Thraka]
[color=39b54a]"Ah yes, a special woman I'm sure,"[/color] Lug winked at the werelion. [color=39b54a]"Don't have too much fun! HAHAHAHAHA"[/color]

Lug set down his bloodied mace and sifted through his pile of goods, eventually removing another slightly cleaner mace, pushing it through the strap on his back. He walked toward the exit of the tent and looked back [color=39b54a]"OH, if you can't find the woman and her bed, you can always join me for the night! There's a cot around her somewhere."[/color] He waved at the man who's name he hadn't even asked. [color=39b54a]"My names Lug."[/color] he said hoping the man would tell him his.

The orc took his time walking through the city enjoying the feel of the snow against his green flesh. He realized he would also need to find a leather smith to replace his missing piece, but that wasn't the most important thing at this time, first he needed to find his magic stone. He had once needed a potion of healing for a man at his camp and knew that Natsuki was willing to serve orcs.

He approached her shop and threw open the door [color=39b54a]"Natsu!"[/color] he bellowed without looking to see if she was even there "[color=39b54a]I need a stone of magic, to make a little RoUS survive this bitter cold. For he is weak and tiny unlike me!"[/color]