Snippet #961076

Samuro caught himself with a grunt. The sudden shaking hardly took it's toll on the orc. He kept balance somehow, but it didn't stop his hood from coming off and revealing the southerner to all. Now, if it was up to the guards, the orc would've been slain on the spot. Since, the warlike people never really sent out orcs unless it was to kill something. Samuro leaned on a table, swiftly moving out of the bar and stopped beside the drow. before retorting. "I like that dark elf, very enlightening, the 'Human-dog' phrase, I like it. You should use it more." His accent was a mix between gruff and oriental. Keeping both in equal measure.

He folded his arms. Moving a casual hand to his kimono and folding it down to reveal the odd-number of dragon-tattoos on his back and skin. His red eyes taking in the sights. The orc flexed his shoulder-muscles before continuing. "You should take some lessons on emotional control however."