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As the tavern owner asked Anrak to remove his helmet, the large man hesitated for a moment before obliging. [Color=brown]"Course I can take off me helm, where are me manners?"[/Color] As he removed his metal helm, a slow yet soft scraping noise could be heard.  As he set the helmet upon the table, the other denizens within the tavern would see a scarred, leathery tough face, the mans head was shaved and adorned by crudely hacked off stubs of what were once very clearly horns. [Color=brown]"Most folk I've run inta ain't too friendly toward indahviduals like meself."[/color]  the massive man huffed as he clasped his cup and began taking large gulps of its precious hydrating contents.  

As he listened to what was said, he paused as he heard something about kidnappings taking place. [Color=brown]"There a problem that needs fixin round here?"[/color] he asked the innkeeper as his beautiful daughter left the inn, headed to some form of town gathering.  If there was anything Anrak could do to start making a name for himself, he'd happily jump at the chance.