Zurgo is different looking than the common ogre, while large like his kin, his skin is a dark blue and pair of short ivory horns protrude from his forehead and large fangs extend from his bottom jaw.
He dresses simple, with a dark vest pulled tight across his chest, looking almost too small for his powerful frame. And as he stands there, that word definitely describes him. His arms are massive, as wide as one’s midsection and pure muscle. Equipped with bracers that look worn and quite a few rings, he doesn’t seem to carry any weapons on his person and certainly wouldn’t need too. Not a scratch or cut to be found on his body.
Hes often seen grinning as he watches over his patrons, Behind him carved into the wall are tallies, at least a hundred.
Lawing down the rules for the newcomers
No tabs here, you drink, you eat, you pay.
Fend for yourself, you start a fight, you finish it. Yall kill each other that’s on you.
Staff is off limits, you lay a hand on them, I lay a hand on you. That aint gonna end well for you.
If you’re someone of importance, you feel the need for adequate loggings or protection… Then why the fuck you here? Go somewhere else. No Arrestors or Legionnaires have authority here