Boar hated cities, give him the woods and plains any day. Cities were a necessary evil and no different than goblins clinging together like an orgy of snakes to try and keep safe in numbers. But all it took was a raider from one side or the other to rewrite the history of their community. 

It was just a swinging pendulum really, Thousands and thousands of years ago the 'monsters' were pushed to the edge of the world and now they pushed back to put the former victors on the edge of their heels. In a thousand years the heroes would rise up and push them back the other way, summer to winter.

As it was, here he found himself in the city with a 300 lbs pig trotting beside him wearing studded leather barding as he came to deliver forest foraging to market for the few things he needed, as he said, necessary evil. It was here he herd the bitching and moaning of a pale human espousing the failings of one race over another. Here they were on the ropes and still had to establish alphas and bitches. Just as bad as orc war camps!

The massive orc stood in the crowd, moving himself to the front of the throng, an orc listening to the propaganda against elves wouldn't seem that bad. He fished out a single gold coin and held it under his chin for a moment before nodding to a nearby alley to indicate a private audience. Werther he would follow or not, Boar still made his way to the seclusion for a moments privacy from the prattle of the city to collect himself.