"Orcish wenches are hard
to come by," Taurog begins with a quick
glance at the stage. "When
I was building the bar I hadn't anticipated
going the risque route. But Plog came along
and convinced me otherwise. I'm not fond of
such debauchery or shaming of women, but Plog
seemed quite at ease with it. Said something
about how it makes her 'leet' or something
like that. Never heard an orc talk with such
an accent or miss use language in such a fashion,
but who am I to talk. My brother still refers
to everything in the third person."
"Plog's over there next to the stage. Not sure if she is available for chatting, but you can try back when she is."
