The loud clanking of armor against wood filled Gorgols ears, he was running for a boat, he heard rumors of treasure, it was a good way to get away from the city. His arse itched furiously, but now was not the time, he needed to get to that damned boat, his axe swung from back as he ran, he wished he could be swift like an elf, only for a moment. His appearance was intimadating to most, he even made some giants look like wimps, he hated these law enforced streets, they say no fighting, or killing, then if you do, they want you dead. He could easily handle many gaurds, but he knew they had the reinforcements and equipment to subdue him, he wasn't so stupid to invoke their wrath any further, at least not for now.

He wondered who else would be treasure hunting with him, he hoped they were scrawny, he'd kill them and take the loot for himself, a rich man he'd be...it sounded nice, he could hire his own army and take that wretched city by force. He finally reached the boat and waved his iron claw "Aye! Stop da boat, I wana get da loot too!" His words came out, his orc accent stained them, anyone with half a brain could tell he was an orc. He examined the other passengers as he trampled on board, his metal boots making a clunking noise as he came to a stop, he first noticed the ogre, "Damn dem fat boiz always stealzin frum da orcs!" he mumbled.

He wasn't intimadated by that fat ogre, he'd kill him too, he caught a whiff of what looked like a beggar in rags, he couldn't tell, nor did he care. "Aye, bum, Ima smash ya if ya don't get in da water, ya stink worse den da fat ogre! Gorgol threatened, he was quite upset with the company he'd be sharing the luxury of this boat with, he didn't have to say anything, but his big mouth never knew when to shut up. He hoped the ogre would get mad and fight him, but he doubted that fat incompetent ogre could even move anymore, he always hated ogres, he always hated rats too, he thought he smelt one, but he couldn't tell with the mixture of scents filling his nose.

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