Orrig's the type to be all business. Usually it was his task to keep his happy crew of idiots in line when on a mission--it isn't terribly different now, save for the fact that at least some of the train folk had something approaching sense. Unlike Brent or Lyra. So he could at least let them go off on their own and not worry that someone would be running to get him.
But now he was surrounded by smaller folk who kept demanding his time--or worse, his hard-earned coin, for frivolous things. Didn't they know he was on a mission?
"You move," he rumbled at the most recent shopkeep to try to get his attention. "I haff no time for dis."
[Mission Time]
There is only one team this orc could truly be on--hey, he even comes equipped with his own person-sized axe (well, if the person is small)! So he steps forward, eyes going fully black--not that they're easy to see under his bushy brows, normally--and lets out a growl that sends the weakest wolf packing, already.
"You get torch, come vith me," he says to the nearest person. "Ve send them back vith tails between legs!"
Orrig Yulfmarr | Daughter of the Lilies
Orrig's the type to be all business. Usually it was his task to keep his happy crew of idiots in line when on a mission--it isn't terribly different now, save for the fact that at least some of the train folk had something approaching sense. Unlike Brent or Lyra. So he could at least let them go off on their own and not worry that someone would be running to get him.
But now he was surrounded by smaller folk who kept demanding his time--or worse, his hard-earned coin, for frivolous things. Didn't they know he was on a mission?
"You move," he rumbled at the most recent shopkeep to try to get his attention. "I haff no time for dis."
[Mission Time]
There is only one team this orc could truly be on--hey, he even comes equipped with his own person-sized axe (well, if the person is small)! So he steps forward, eyes going fully black--not that they're easy to see under his bushy brows, normally--and lets out a growl that sends the weakest wolf packing, already.
"You get torch, come vith me," he says to the nearest person. "Ve send them back vith tails between legs!"