"My younger brother,"
Taurog begins with a quick glance at the simple
minded bartender. "Used
to be a mighty Kodo wrestler. Professional
one at that. Made good money in the arena
at Origrimar. Sadly, like so many others,
he sustained enough lasting injuries to prevent
him from doing it again."
"Despite trauma to the
head and a severe speech impediment that prevents
him from speaking common or orcish without
sounding like a special olympics athlete,
he's proven himself quite adept at bartending.
He likes to joke that he has only four things
he's good at. Bartending, dancing, and wrestling
are three of them. The fourth is something
I try not to question. I guess there is a
reason such a simpleton is such a bessies
bull."
"After he dropped out of the kodo wrestling gigs he did a tour or two with the Horde forces. That boy can level a battlefield if he has a mind. Pretty skilled with a blacksmith's hammer as well."
"Ever since our parents
were killed in a Kobold assault, he's kind
of carried on an aggressive campaign against
the little rodents. When I left the Horde
to open the bar, I was able to get him to
put it aside and join up. Figured I'd like
to keep him close where I can have my eyes
on him, make sure he's doing okay. The horde
would use him for some pretty terrible things,
and he lacks the mental faculties to question
or even remember some of the atrocities he's
been asked to perform. I guess he's pretty
lucky. Luckier than me at least."
