Tûka Iron-Skull is walking around his camp with his armoured hands neatly held behind his back as he barks commands at various soldiers. He wants his camp neat and in order, on a Human camp you would call him "Camp Dad." But this is an Uruk camp, so most people just call him an asshole. His voice is strained from ash. He looks down at you and narrows his eyes, his tall, lean figure stood straight and his tone gritty and judgmental

"And what's a little tark like you need from me??"