Atanatotatos
First Post
After standing by the door for a few seconds, a young-looking Khoravar enters the tavern. The half-orc is still quite lean for his race, and only about 6ft tall. Regardless, his muscles look strongh and tough already. The hide of some reptile, perhaps a croc, covers (most of) his upper torso, the rest of his clothes look like mundane travel attire, and are indeed rather filthy. The smell they emanate is not particular pleasant, either. The huge curved sword, almost as long as the halfork is tall, sheated across his back, might indicate a reason not to complain too much about the foul smell, though.
The youngster heads a bit indecisively to the bar while looking around checking the strange people at the table, puts a thick arm on it, looks at the warforged bartender like it's the first time he sees one, scratches a bit a smal scar on his chin, then speaks out loud: Thusk Tharask Duran, is my name. I come from the Marches. My father, he was a traveler. Big man. Human. I look for him. he pauses for a second, looking with the corner of his eyes at the sides without turning his head, like waiting for some kind of response. For now, something good to drink, please. he finishes in a lower voice, somewhat timidly.
The youngster heads a bit indecisively to the bar while looking around checking the strange people at the table, puts a thick arm on it, looks at the warforged bartender like it's the first time he sees one, scratches a bit a smal scar on his chin, then speaks out loud: Thusk Tharask Duran, is my name. I come from the Marches. My father, he was a traveler. Big man. Human. I look for him. he pauses for a second, looking with the corner of his eyes at the sides without turning his head, like waiting for some kind of response. For now, something good to drink, please. he finishes in a lower voice, somewhat timidly.
