Torr

As you make your way through the towns main thoroughfare you can hear a ruckus around the corner. Stepping forward you see a large man being thrown across the dirt street. A boisterous laugh came from across the man who was struggling to get to his feet. Looking over you see Torr, a large burly Bull Man, a cocky smile on his face as he stretches. Come on now! Surely you got more in you than that! He laughs a bit more as the one thrown finally gets back to his feet. A look of anger on his face as he wipes some blood from his nose.

Stupid half breed bastard... Just piss off! The man rushed Torr with anger filling his eyes. Torr, being more experienced in battle sighed a little and shifted his weight as he caught the man off guard. Using his own momentum against him, he tripped him and threw him off balance as he collided with a nearby watering trough. As he fell into the water, it was clear he was knocked out.

Torr walked over to make sure the idiot was still breathing and then stretching his shoulder, his skull tattoo on display. After he straightened himself out he chuckled. Guess a good dust up is a great way to start the day. I need a drink. He made his way towards the nearby tavern but paused when he glanced at you. Seems you caught his eye.