The door of the Inn swings open and a large silhouette of a half-orc steps in, pausing at the entrance while ducking down to miss the top of the door jam with his head. The half-orc's broad shoulders and barrel chest block the sun that is shining outside. Floor boards groan under his weight as he walks to an empty table towards the back.
He lifts the table with one meaty hand, making enough room so that he can slide onto a protesting bench. Ignoring a group of Halflings that were sitting next to his table as they quickly gather their belongings and move to the other side of the inn, he settles in and waves to the man behind the bar, pointing to the barrels of ale. The bartender, understanding the request, has a young girl deliver a large flagon of ale. She nearly drops it on the table and doesn't stick around to see if the half-orc wants anything else.
"Hey, Thuk!" a man yells from across the room. The man walks across towards Thuk as a group of young sailors follows his lead. They all appeared to be the same crew from one of the many boats passing through the area. "Thanks for the help on our last trip. If you are looking for more work, we are heading down south and I could use someone like you to help keep this crew in line." The sailors laugh loudly at the idea that they could ever be "out of line".
"Not this trip, Bos'n." Thuk responds, "You don't pay enough for me to have to deal with that crew, anyway." Only a few of the younger crewmen chuckle at Thuk's answer, not sure if it was a compliment or insult. Bos'n just chewed his lip, while staring at the half-orc with undecided contempt.
"Well, good luck on your adventures. I hope you find something interesting, Thuk." Bos'n said as he led his crew back to the bar.
Thuk downed half his flagon and quietly looked around the Inn, surveying the patrons for any opportunities.
OOC: Duece Traveler, I am trying to send you a PM but your inbox is full.