At the gates of magnimar

The crowd parted for Ukawada as he made his way to the gates of the great city of magnimar, whether this was due to his flock, his monstrous size, or his horrendous off key singing he didn't know. As he got closer to the gate he wondered how the guard would react to him "Wha you thinka forgadi? Yu neva know wid gaurds, I may nah be da srangas ding dey see tahday." even the two couldn't talk Forgety had a way of showing what he felt. puffing out his feathers "Naw, won be dat bad."

People file in the gate under the watchful gaze of the guards. A guard glances over at the half-orc herdsman and look disgusted at the traffic being pushed to the side due to the herd. He watches carefully for any commotion that that herd causes ready to intervene.

Ukawada walks up to the nearest guard, looking down at him, his eyes of burnt amber peeking thru the eyes of his mask "helo bradda, from one sangah toanodda could I gis some direcsens?"

The guard quirks an eyebrow and tries to peer around the half-orc only to be greeted by a flock of gnarly horned sheep. "Gods above, a proper foreigner..." he clears his throat. "THE. MARKET..." he begins in loud, punctuated speech. "IS DOWN THIS ROAD. AND THEN YOU TURN AT THE FOUNTAIN..." He waved his hands in a reasonable facsimile of a water bursting up and the flowing down down.

Ukawada looks at him blankly for a moment before bursting into a laugh that threatens to deafen anyone within a 5 foot radius "Sorry, jusah I'm Shoandy anotused tah being called a foriner." he takes a moment to collect himself "Should been more clear, I'm lookin for direcsens toa place called Sanpoind, should ave been more spacific bradda."

The guard winces "What?" He leans back and away from the loud orc. "Look you're hold- YOU ARE HOLDING UP TRAFFIC!" The guard motions to the people behind the flock. "IS SOMEONE COMING TO PICK YOU UP?"

"Sarry mahn mabby I should pudup my mask, hear my bedda." And he does, relieving what the blood of mountains orcs does to a human face "I'm look for ah village called Sandpoin, goh some direcsens from gnomes buddey no give no good direcsens." with that he puts his mask back down, waiting for the guard to respond.

"Village ca-" All at once, clarity seems to hit the guard. "Sandpoint!" He sighs deeply. "It's north. Keep following the Lost Coast Road north and you'll run right into it." He points along the major roadway. "Now, since you're passing through, keep your flock moving. You'll be charged with a violation if you park those things in the through-way without a permit."

"Dank ya bradda, may your spiriah guide you." With a wave of his crook he sends his flock north, towards the village of Sandpoint, a place to settle down for the winter. He looks to Forgety, smiling "Toldya inno bed dat bad." the hawk simply ruffles his feathers and flies off from his shoulder perch, circling around the flock.