Durotan knew nothing about technology. The most advanced his clan had ever gotten was engineering to mount ever larger and more impressive beastly tusks to their huts. Orcs loved their bones and fangs. What they didn't love was trying to use devices obviously meant for tiny hands, which they didn't have. Durotan's hands were average for an orc, but massive compared to this tiny thing in his palm. All he could do was glower down upon it with a bewildered frustration.
The people here, they had told him it was to communicate with. Who was he supposed to communicate with, exactly? Durotan had no idea how to use it, let alone what to do with it assuming he ever did figure it out.
As frustrated as he was, Durotan had no plans of moving from his spot for some time. He was sitting on a low, stone wall that lined a decorative planter. Sprawling above him blotting out the sun was a large tree, and a cool breeze was helping ease his anxious mind. Nothing here was familiar to him, nothing here was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be here, and that's the true thing which he was struggling with and not the scapegoat device in his hand.
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...if you want to meet him some other way, feel free!...
Durotan | Warcraft
Durotan knew nothing about technology. The most advanced his clan had ever gotten was engineering to mount ever larger and more impressive beastly tusks to their huts. Orcs loved their bones and fangs. What they didn't love was trying to use devices obviously meant for tiny hands, which they didn't have. Durotan's hands were average for an orc, but massive compared to this tiny thing in his palm. All he could do was glower down upon it with a bewildered frustration.
The people here, they had told him it was to communicate with. Who was he supposed to communicate with, exactly? Durotan had no idea how to use it, let alone what to do with it assuming he ever did figure it out.
As frustrated as he was, Durotan had no plans of moving from his spot for some time. He was sitting on a low, stone wall that lined a decorative planter. Sprawling above him blotting out the sun was a large tree, and a cool breeze was helping ease his anxious mind. Nothing here was familiar to him, nothing here was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be here, and that's the true thing which he was struggling with and not the scapegoat device in his hand.
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...if you want to meet him some other way, feel free!...