Skor and Duncan enjoy a pleasant walk through the waking city, stopping for a hot coffee on the way. In front of the temple, at sunup, skor halts, waiting for his companions. He starts a series of stretching excercises, warming up as for a prize-fight, showing off his muscles at the young women that pass, making rude comments in his native tongue, his tone of voice leaving nothing to the imagination. He appears to be enjoying himself immensely, and snorts with laughter when one of the men hastily pulls his sister or wife away.
"Aaah, Duncan, being considered a rude and uncultured barbarian is immensely funny. They think they got me all figured out. If I were to go up to the tower and piss on the people below, they'd accept it as standard behaviour. I never tire from testing just how far I can go. And just how easily insulted they get. Hilarious. Just by saying hello to someone they think I'm trying to sleep with their sheep or whatever. Tell you what, just try it in the next town. Put on some 'barbarian' clothing. You'd look great in a helm with horns on'em. Make some remarks about your 'horny helmet' and then laugh in a rude way. Our companions will think you're completely mad. It'll put 'em on the wrong foot entirely. The hard bit is not to laugh out loud." he jokingly suggests.
[OOC : How's the exams going, Kalanyr?]