Mining Pick Required.

[Azulfae]

A half-orc who refers to himself as 'Juggra' has been moping around the Exigo trade post asking everyone and anyone he can find if they can make him a mining pick.

He was last seen talking to a slicer and asking it if it could make his mining pick.

Following a lack of response, Juggra rolled up the mining pick plans and shoved them in his ear and then began to march around singing that all he needs is a minin pick, HO HO HO HO HO... etc etc and clanging a discordant tune by slamming two iron ingots together repeatedly.

(Nice little job for a n00b weapon crafter who wants to try out making something with the new system, DC 9, I have all the materials needed.)

[Doubtful]

A unit of Exigo guardsmen are swiftly dispatched to deal with the apparently drunk and mentally unstable orc.

The guards escort Juggra from the Trading Post, telling him to learn how to behave in civilised lands and stop scaring customers before he dares return to the Post.

[TamurtheLame]

Dalrion sits behind a larg oak in the shadows, laughing until tears stream from his eyes.

"oh, stupid, stupid Orc."

[Azulfae]

A half-orc who refers to himself as 'Juggra' has been moping around the roads leading to the Exigo trade post asking everyone and anyone he can find if they can make him a mining pick.

He was last seen talking to a dead badger and asking it if it could make his mining pick.

Following a lack of response, Juggra rolled up the mining pick plans and shoved them in his ear and then began to march around singing that all he needs is a minin pick, HO HO HO HO HO... etc etc and clanging a discordant tune by slamming two iron ingots together repeatedly.

[Azulfae]

Juggra has now been seen wandering around the exigo showing girls his little pick, with everso much pride.