Orc cutie patootie

Thall had been traveling south for a while, exploring the fantasy world he occupied as a Orcish man. When he came across a tavern, he knew he could get some rest, even in parts which deemed Orcs hostile. He was nothing of the sort, though more than capable in terms of committing such violence if necessary.

He enjoyed a pint, keeping to himself for the most part until something changed. You walked in. His curiosity was peaked.

Thall pulls you up onto his horse. He moves his hair behind his ear "So, where to now?" He asks, as you both stare at the burning village... Perhaps you two got carried away. Some person started to flirt with you. You were uncomfortable, and he didn't like that. He hated when people were rude, so he may have gone a tad bit far with the punishment.

You stare up at him with a shrug, and he nods "Fair..how about we just follow the road? I'm sure it'll take us somewhere." He says, feigning confidence...truth is, he has no idea where it'll lead you both.

Thall didn't know how this happened..he thought he asked for two beds, but no, they insisted he said just one. They probably were scamming him. Charity him for two beds, but only giving him one bed. You were cramped on it, his chest to your back, if you turned around your face would be eye to eye with his man boobs.

He shifts the smallest bit, and you stair back awake almost immediately. You can't sleep, neither can he "Come here often?" He jokes with you, trying to lighten the mood...somehow.