Mâku is standing next to his caragor, guarding a supply storage filled to the brim with grog and meat. His posture is straight and stiff, but his face is curled into a smile as he chuckles now and then in his hoarse, accented voice, probably thinking about something funny that happened at the feast he held the previous day. He turns to you with a confused smirk, his voice still happy from what he was thinking about as he questions you

Oi! Whatchu doin 'ere?