Wandering the streets of Sshamath

[PiaMango]

Through the streets of Sshamath wanders a lone Tanarukk. He hobbles forward limping on his right leg, his gaze kept to the pavement. Putrid body odor with a tinge of brimstone engulfs the noses of those he passes. What is left of the runt's armor is in tatters, gashes litter his under padding. On occasion his gazes draws upwards at hooded figures he passes with what might think a hopeful glint, managing a soft rumble. "M-m-master?" Before averting his gaze back down to the pavement.

He continues his wander without a semblance of a coherent direction.

[Lambert]

*Dilarra notices the disoriented Tannaruk and stalks him from the shadows trying to determine if this one has a master or is in need of one. She taunts in the distance in words of orcish to see if the Tannaruk betrays who his master is.*

[PiaMango]

Though clear the rothe has been long since in civilization he seems to have kept himself well fed and if it were not for his inured leg would be an able warrior. Dilarra following the runt for a while would notice he would only perk up and mumble to male drow that stand average, or below average in height. It seems he is in search of someone specific.

He would glance to Dilarra as the taunts are spoken wincing his eyes for a long moment as if he only had a very vague idea of what was said. He averts his gaze back down without response and beings to hobble back along at a slightly faster pace.

[kleomenes]

Daug hears of the wandering Tanarukk. Unremarkable, perhaps, in such a great city. But something piques the Drow's interest, and his eyes narrow.