Prince Cohen
Junior Member
Letting out a rough grunt, Torruk hunched up again. Bringing his shoulders up close to his cheekbones. "Torruk thinks not friend. Friend on plains, yes." Struggling with his limited knowledge of Elven prose. He turned his attention back to the noticeboard. Tearing off a parchment which very much looked like a bounty-note. Holding the crumpled paper in his dirt-caked hands. His palms stretched by skin rather than the thick hide that covered most of his body. He squinted as he toyed with the Elven scripture, trying to get the necessities from the notice. A strict scowl etched across his features.