[Beer Tent] Orkish Language (Grik)

[Gauls]

The 5th Cycle in the Month Junctior, in the Season of Autumn,
Era II of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XIV Post Fractum

That morning, the barmaiden that Grik has met earlier was getting off work. Phlog slapped some shara coins into her hand and she tucked them into her blouse. She was a full figured orc and worked hard for her money especially considering where she worked. The Beer Tent had its darker side. A brothel that was ajoined to the rear of the tent was where the female orcs under the bar master's watchful eyes would rake in their largest profits for the establishment. The brothel itself was all wood two-story building with a single staircase that went straight up to the second floor once inside the main entryway. There was no front door, just an old shirt that someone tacked up so that there were no free shows by people standing outside looking up the stairs as the females walked up and down from their pleasure rooms.

The first floor has rooms as well but those rooms were for the females and goblins to actually sleep. The upstairs rooms were for all business. A pleasure room was where Grik was expected and the female waited outside of the main doorway of the brothel for her "date" with Grik.

[Grik Doomhammer]

The stale smell of he brew was still upon his breath as he neared the area the female told him to met her. Her promises still echoed in his ears... to show the country urak afew things. He pause to smooth the line of hair that slpit his scalp, to be sure that he looked just right for Graelin. There was not much else the young orc could do to make himself more presentable. His tusks were just sprouting, a nice set if he had to say so. That and his growing bulk were all that he had to work with. But for an orc that said alot, or at least to the country orcs like Grik it did.

Having just finished his training in Shati, and Shield, Grik still carried his weapons. He did nto have a place to set them, so he carried them and guarded them with his life. Without a hovel it was his only option, but with the war soo emminent it was best. With the spoils he hoped to gain he should soon be able to purchase a decent hovel.

Then he saw her, and took in her full female form and grinned. It was a date she had promised and though he did not know how her lessons would go he felt he would learn alot this class...

[Gauls]

Graelin looked left, then right. She was looking for the orc that she had seen earlier and was about to give up when Grik came around the corner. There was something about the young orc's innocence that she enjoyed. Though not the rough and burly types she normally met after hours, she knew there was something about this one that seemed tame enough to actually try teaching something. What she was going to teach was anyone's guess.

She waved at Grik to catch his attention and as he approached, she reached for his hand. "Quick, come inside!" she said leading Grik inside the brothel.

Instead of leading him up the stairs where all the other clients were being taken for business, Graelin instead led Grik down a short hallway next to the staircase. There were about six rooms on each side. The doors were closed so it was anyone's guess what was in each. The middle room on the right is where Graelin stopped. She pulled a black iron key from her blouse and stuck it into the keyhole. Turning it slowly, an audible click was heard then the bar maiden pushed the door open.

"Please come in." she said softly. It was obvious that she was a little hesitant to do this. She could easily take a client into one of the rooms upstairs but this was the first time a male orc was being let into her personal home. A one room aboad that held all that she had in the world possession wise. Once inside, she slowly closed the door behind Grik after he entered.

[Grik Doomhammer]

The orc's usual shuffle speed up at the females request to hurry. It could mean good things for him, or it could mean she was tired of waiting in the chill. Grik followed her into the brother, her leading him by his hand past some stairs and to a room. From her behaviour he was sure this was not the usual reaction of those who worked in the building.

Grik moved into the room that he felt could possible be Graelin's own, or one of her coworkers. Perhaps the young orc did make a favourable impression. Then again she may not have wanted to take him up the stairs due to this being more than a casual business agreement. The type that the females of the tent usually participated in.

'Tanks,' he spoke in an even tone. This date he would hopefully learn something that would make his ascension in the Horde quicker. And the shapely female, Graelin, was to help him. He set his equipment down, and took in the room. He then looked back at the female orcress.

'Whud we do firs' he said already at a lose for any kind of words. Now he would see what all the female had in mind.