Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-7262318-20181025223520

"Excellent," Shrava said. She approached one of the wooden structures in question, a poorly maintained eatery of sorts, and knocked on the door 5 times.

On the door, a set of green eyes appeared within a rectangular peep-hole. They appeared to belong to an Orc. "You makin' a delivery?" he grunted.

"Yes, sir, the best produce in town," She grinned. This looked to be some sort of code phrase.

There came a sigh behind the door. "You know he's going to be pissed to see you here,"

"Well thankfully for that masked loser, This One is not here to see him. Just open the door."

"Hmph...." He shook his head. A few latches and locks were noisely pulled out and undone, and the old wooden door finally creaked open. The orc blocked the doorway with his large body, encased in a steel cuirass and a warhammer clutched firmly in his right hand.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll make trouble for all of you," He warned, finally stepping out of the doorway.