- Durak \\ M \\ 24 \\ Orc \\ Tags: Apocrypha
His scowl deepened and the frown line on his forehead grew ever so slighty before his entire face relaxed and he let out a defeated sigh. Intead of pushing on the matters of being called a beast- which wasnt that a big of deal- he decided to ignore it and walk forward. There was a large door to his right as he walked around the center-room table. It was full of papers a piece of charcoal, feathers and ink wells. Nothing really being of importance or of value so he pushed on and ignored it. This time, the door wasn't locked and opened with a soft creak of its hinges as Durak pulled it open. There in the center of the small platform was a large stone looking rock with an inscription of a language he didnt recognize or understand. He motioned his hand at the stone slab in utter defeat. "This cant be what your master or yourself are looking for. Its completely rubbish and not even understandable. Its written in a language ive never seen before." The large orc huffed and groaned inn frustration. His head snapped to the bird, his scowl and frown line was back "I swear to Malacath bird- If you wasted my time im going to strangle the last bit of life out of your delicate and small body." His voice was threatening and showed no signs of him lying.
