[center][h2][color=indianred]Cormag Ruunsten[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Craa[sup]ssch[/sup][sub]nnnk![/sub]!! The panicked caw of morning birds as they flew away mixed with the half hearted grumbling of several orcs as gathered around a pile of fallen steel bars. One of the crew had knocked a set of bindings loose, causing a pallet release its payload across the construction site, irritating many an eardrum of many a grumpy orc. Of course, the earlier earthquake had thrown many of the supplies into disarray across the site, and the crew had already been undergoing cleanup efforts since the early morning. No one was keen to have [i]more[/i] to clean up. Cormag, the construction site foreman eventually stomped his way over to the center of the congregation, the slight limp and the uneven sound of his footsteps a tell tale sign of his appearance. Furs were thrown over a thick work shirt and canvas pants, and a pair of thick leather gloves covered both his orcish hand and the steel replacement. One hand held a still smoldering cup of coffee, the other held his furrowed brow. As he stepped into the group of workers, the group quickly split apart to reveal the individual at the center of it all- a younger orc who was maybe just reaching late adolescence. [color=lightblue]"S-sorry boss."[/color] the younger orc managed to stutter, rubbing at an injured arm before another Orc pushed their way up to the front- this one a larger, more scarred orc. Almost twice the size of the younger one, this orc had the look of a veteran, one eye colorless, and more scars and broken tusks then one could count on two hands. [color=firebrick]"Sorreh? Thasall you have to say fer yerself?"[/color] The older orc half grumbled, half spat, [color=firebrick]"We olready 'ave enough work to do without yew screwing the pooch every focking hour."[/color] [color=indianred]"That's enough Gorrn,"[/color] Cormag interjected, raising a hand and placing himself into the middle of the crowd. [color=indianred]"It's a simple accident, and I won't have you talking to my people like that."[/color] [color=firebrick]"Yer people?"[/color] Gornn nearly exploded, [color=firebrick]"Cormag you mana-fer-brains [i]I'm[/i] yer people."[/color] the older orc roared, taking a step towards Cormag. [color=indianred]"Aye Gorrn, you are my people"[/color] Cormag agreed, his voice a withering low growl, taking his own step forward and closing the distance between the two, [color=indianred]"So start acting like it."[/color] The two stood there for a moment, a few of the other orcish vets taking a few cautious steps forward in case a fight broke out. Gornn stared daggers at his boss before turning his eyes away in a worldless snarl. Taking a step back he turned and walked off. [color=firebrick]"Don't let it happen again kid."[/color] the orc grumbled in a quieter tone as he stomped away. Looking at the younger orc, Cormag gestured towards the site's temporary office with his chin, [color=indianred]"C'mon Norag."[/color] he said in a warmer tone as he led the two back. [color=indianred]"How's the arm?"[/color] [color=lightblue]"I-it's alright boss."[/color] the younger orc stammered. [color=lightblue]I'm sorry- I mean I didn't mean to- that is I-"[/color] Cormag waved the younger orc into silence, [color=indianred]"Its alright Norag, Gorrn's been especially irritable for a while now, don't take it personal. Take it easy for today, and go get that arm looked at."[/color] There was a knock at the door, Cormag looked up as a small runner boy entered the office and breathlessly handed a letter to Cormag before bustling off with little more than a howdy do. With little fanfare Cormag tore the letter open and gave it a quick readthrough, his brow furrowing as his eyes ran across the words. Cormag heard Norag's voice pipe up. [color=lightblue]"U-uh is everything alright boss?"[/color] Cormag lifted his eyes to meet the younger orc. [color=indianred]"Ah its nothing kid, just an old friend in town asking for me. Now go on, go get that arm looked at."[/color] [hr] A few hours later and Cormag was making his way towards the manor. Despite taking care to ensure he wasn't followed, Cormag found himself relatively on time. A few Asgardian patrols had spotted him, one had even questioned where he was headed, but as far as anyone was concerned the foreman of the Nar Ir Har construction company was on his way to see a doctor about some work related pains. The front of the manor was as impressive as ever, with the only notable things out of place being a pair of individuals standing out front. One was a human Cormag didn't recognize, the other was none other than Winston Wicklowe- the gnome currently credited with Cormag's ability to walk and function as a normal member of society. [color=indianred]"Afternoon gentlemen,"[/color] Cormag said with a nod, walking between the two and going straight for the door. [color=indianred]"The Baron's not a huge fan of loitering, so best step inside before you're told to leave."[/color] Cormag added, giving Winston a type of look, as if willing him to enter the building as well. [hider=after action report] - Cormag resolves a dispute between a few employees of Nar Ir Har - Cormag receives a letter and heads off to the meeting - When stopped by patrols, Cormag tells them he is heading to see a Doctor. - Cormag spots Winston and Teuvo outside and subtly tells them that they shouldn't be standing around outside.[/hider]