exiting the tavern, inhaling the salty breeze as I twist my neck and the vertebrea crack with each movement .. I walk from the tavern toward the wharfs perhaps even more ready for the threesome now after the taunt then a few minutes previous in the tavern ... the excitement and intensity of the insuing battle broils in my veins ... thinking again of the description providing by the merchant .. 3 men, skull on black leather ..
ooc: if I make it to wharves uninterrupted I look for a spot near a wharehouse that will provide decent cover with shadows where I can lay in wait to observe passerbys .. relying on dark vision to provide its advantages
before you stands a young orc or is it a half-orc .. nah anything that ugly has to be all orc ... doesn't it?