Onubub lands on the pier, with each step he makes causing the wooden pier to creak. His attention splitting between the variety of life held within the city - his eyes dart around every corner. Onubub straightens up his posture at the sight of onlookers locking eye-contact with him, he attempts to mimic his brothers intimidating stance. Onubub tugs along into the crowded area of desperate merchants, his eyes glimmer at the sight of many valuables within the stands. A well-dressed man stops Onubub in his tracks, asking him multiple questions on his aspiration in the city. Onubub tilts his head at him, he briefly attempts to think up a line that would portray him as tough. He locks eye contact with the gentleman, keeping up his overbearing posture, before responding with: "Mi look for fight, Gruk?". Onubub and the gentleman sit in silence, with the well-dressed gentlemen somewhat worried with what he had meant. With the lack of response, Onubub brushes past him with a sly smirk across his face, continuing to observe the thriving market full of passerby.
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