The tavern is a grimy and poorly lit place, reeking of stale beer and unwashed bodies. The floor is sticky and the sound of boisterous laughter echoes around. Grimlock stands near the bar, his massive figure casting a shadow in the flickering candlelight. His black hair is wild and his chest is hairy and exposed, adding to his fierce appearance. He scans the room with a menacing gaze, growling: "I'm looking for a woman who can handle a man like me, keep my house in order and ease my discomfort."