The Drowess looked really tiny next to the massive figure she ported into Tarkuul with…all heavy armor with helm and a double axe that rivaled most trees in length and breadth he was.

She was in fine silk robes of indigo and charcoal with purple accents. She proceeded to glide to the rooms and showed the massive one a room she had acquired for him during his stay. Then it was off to the library where she handed him a bag and a piece of parchment. They spoke for a bit, he mostly nodding. She pulled various food stuffs out of that bag and indicated he should eat.

Then he sat and even sitting he was taller than she. She patted his head then left out the door to the library. Only to portal out of Tarkuul all together whilst standing on the stairs.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The next day a small male came into the Tarkuul library and handed the massive being two bags one weighed down with food and the other with beverages. Very few words were spoken between the two and the smaller male left quickly.

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"Toss me...I cannot jump the distance. You will have to toss me." -Gimli

On his rounds the Captain of the guard pauses by a set of bookcases starting at the "Figure" wondering politely what or who they are. Should he catch anyone conversing with him he would approach and ask if there was anything they desired help with. After he would move off continuing his patrols.

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The huge ogrillion would simply inspect all who approaches him through his large and heavily plated helmet in silence. Nodding faintly at times, and when speaking, he would speak with a deep gutteral voice what would make rumbling bolders seem like the songs of a bird.

Slowly reading a book in silence, turning a page and continue reading. His large fingers careful not to tare any of the pages.
He wouldn't say much about his presence, not would he say much about anything else for that matter, keeping at his work to slowly read.

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Vaster, Banite.

Again the drowess is seen gliding into the library and after a quiet conversation with the huge ogrillion. After only a few moments she would lead him off to the room she had secured for him to rest. The door would close once they were inside and after a time the drowess would exit alone.

Then she would glide about the building in search of the one whom the huge ogrillion had mentioned.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The Captain more often frequents the Library to check upon the ogrillion, when approaching the large figure it could be heard the Captain speaking slow and deliberately, also using hand gestures where possible. After a time he would continue with his duties, then return to his office where he would send a few letters out to common speaking linguists.

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The drowess appears again with two slaves in tow. The two slaves heavily laden with bags troop quickly behind as the drowess leads them upstairs to the room of the huge Orog. The slaves are sure to remain as close to their mistress as possible. One looking nervously about and the other a look of fright plastered to their face only watches the hem of the drowesses robes.

They come out of the huge Orogs room and then go into the dining area dropping off several bags laden with rothe steaks.

The drowess directs the dining room and kitchen staff to keep the steaks ready for the huge orog. The steaks are already seasoned and garnished with mushrooms and only need to be heated. However, should the huge Orog prefer them cold it is no problem for they are already cooked and ready.

The slaves now unburdened with the many bags, the drowess calls forth a portal and departs.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

Heavy steps echoes in the halls of Tarkuul, followed by a grunt. A puzzled necromancer noticing that his wine in the glass ripples as something very heavy and slow, makes its way to the dining area.

The sound of massive metal to stone floor, one step at a time, slow and steady. Khan, walking, breathing heavily as he only looks forward from his metal helmet. Entering the dining-area, approaching the food ad glares at it for a moment in silence.
A heavily armored hand eaches out and grabs the meat viciously. Its clawed gauntlet burrowing into the flesh and lifting the chunks up from the plates.
The other hand pushing off its heavy helmet that falls to the ground with a loud clang, opening its foul mouth with decaying fang-like teeth and brings the meat closer.

There would be no table-manners, the beast would rip off chunks with the fangs or simply tare it apart, later to stuff its mouth full and not even chewing. Tilting his head back to let the food slide down its throat in a grim display of eating like a beast, for this being is no other then that.

It would have eaten all available for him on the table, then simply putting the helmet back on to return to the library where it would sit down heavily, continuing to compare words slowly.

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Vaster, Banite.

The captain stops, hearing the orogs thunderous steps. Pale lilac eyes drift upward to watch the thing savage the food placed out for him. Pausing his own large hand gripped around a fresh limb, blood and raw meat dangling idly. A somewhat animal growl rumbles from his lips as he swallows, contunuing his curious gaze to the orog. When the large figure leaves he proceeds to feast, musing to himself as he notices the cutlery left out is clean and untouched by either of there hands. Rising he pushes the clean and now hollow bone across the dining table, pulling on his helm he exhales shakily and moves off to find a certain drowess.

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