[center][h3][color=808080]HAMMERHAND[/color][/h3][/center]

In the dimly lit tavern, another orc sat quietly with a tankard of mead in hand. The weight of dishonor and cursed fate hung heavy upon his broad shoulders as he overheard the animated conversation nearby, a flicker of something in his yellow eyes giving way his attention to one of the people gathered near his younger kin.

Gorgash, a fellow orc, regaled the crowd with a tale of vanquishing cultists in a tower to the north, a story that resonated with Hammerhand in an unexpected way. The creases in the venerated orc's face deepened as he threw back his drink.

[i]'Strange, this one also has met hag woman?'[/i] looking at the bottom of his tankard he grunted lowering it to the bar with a soft [i]thump[/i] nodding to the bartender for another Hammerhand's keen orcish senses pricked up as he felt the gaze of the few listeners of the other orc's story fall on him. 

Despite his own tumultuous past and the burden of Gruumsh's curse, the grizzled orc knew better than to make a target of himself especially to one of his kind. 

But he was smart enough to know that he wouldn't be leaving this tavern without the notice of the other orc.

[i]'Mmph, what humie' saying? It not matter if only when?'[/i] Hammerhand thought to himself dropping a few silver on the table as the bartender shoved another tankard his way.