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Guard da brew! (January 15 2:05am)
Orokgrim stands guard in front of the Tavern, he coughs with exhausted vigor every once in a while. His old eyes squint at the darkness trying to spot anything odd.
An old orc, clad in heavy plate and a loin cloth, wielding a huge Halberd.
( OOG: Thomas Reid. )
what the hell are you doing

* a moment late gnar stumbles upa and out of the brush dress in a diffrent draker clothing looking farily confuse with orokgrim*

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