[h1][center]DUBUK[/center][/h1]

The Cleric appreciated the fact that the old hunter had come to back him up. It was nice to see that others cared about the plight of those in need. The hunter then brought up the fact that the man smelled really bad. Dubuk had smelt the stench as soon as he entered the tavern, but had assumed that it was from a piece of rotten meat. The fact that someone could go about their day smelling that bad was mind boggling to Dubuk. During his time at the monastery, regular baths were mandatory.

Thus it was very annoying for Dubuk to be told that he smelt like an Orc. The Cleric had made it a point to maintain daily cleanliness while on his pilgrimage. Plus he had no idea what an Orc was supposed to smell like.

The Dwarf then produced an ax and knife from his belt, pointing them at Dubuk. However his human companion decided to start a fight unarmed, simply raising his fists. From behind Dubuk the Druid drew a weapon and begun casting a spell. The other human standing next to Dubuk also drew his rapier. Finally the Elf drew her weapon.

Seeing that a fight would be inevitable, Dubuk drew his mace and shield. He then glared at the Dwarf and the foul smelling man, glowering with all the intensity is Orcish blood could offer. Apparently most people were afraid of Orcs, so Dubuk hoped that he could use it to his advantage.

“Surrender now, while you still have a chance,” stated Dubuk, trying to deepen his voice as he spoke.

[[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24752]Initiative Roll: 12[/url]]