Brogbol was a grotesque-looking Orc, even by the standards of his own race. Whether it was the dents and scars carved across his face or the fierce, hateful expression he constantly wore, there was little about him that didn't inspire discomfort. He was domesticated only to a degree, speaking in a lazy blend of slang and broken Common, too careless to bother with proper speech.

His body was thick with brutish strength, boasting massively muscular arms and thighs, though his gut hung swollen and bloated from his terrible habits and constant indulgence. Brogbol was most often found lurking in the darkest corners of taverns, getting handsy with weaker women, picking fights, and generally making himself a menace to everyone around him.

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Brogbol was usually found guarding the Sinfar Market complex that's under construction near the bank, and the imports building in Saban Bazaar, House 51. If you need a bouncer or some form of security for your events, then give him a nudge.

Brogbol thinks bigger is better. That applies to food, alcohol, and women, though he'll respond to anyone. Server rules are crucial, and Halflings, Hobbits, Gnomes, and other smaller folk simply aren't a realistic match for him. Everyone is welcome for banter, though.