The crack of distant firearms pulled Burz from his buzzed stupor. Grabbing his warclub, the orc walked to the outside of the King's Head Inn. The faint odor of gunpowder hung in the air; it seemed to come from the city of Regalin itself. That wouldn't be happening, unless... there was civil disorder. The orc sighed. Humans had a very poor crowd mentality, the orcs could riot better any day of the week. Figuring that Jazoth would have a plan for such an eventuality, Burz started running to the Bright Sun Inn. He reached it with little incident, noticing increasing amounts of Krad soldiers marching towards the city. Must be one hell of a riot.
Entering the inn, the barkeep called Burz over to him.
"Oi, orc! I've got something for ye." The barkeep pressed a single gold coin into Burz's palm. Burz was understandably confused; where did this come from?
The barkeep noticed the orc's confusion. "Ah, that's from some bloke with a long, white beard. Looked like one of those magic types. He wanted me to tell you to meet him in his room, first door on the left, second floor. He said that he has work for you."
Burz was never opposed to more money. There was nothing he liked more, besides technology and machinery. However, the orc was wary; magic was a forbidden art to orcs, and a wizard desired his services? Nodding in thanks to the barkeep, the orc walked up the flight of stairs and knocked on the door, awaiting a response.