Brutok woke with a groan. His caretaker must've already been up because an outfit was set out for him. He pushed himself out of the bed, opening his door to see if they were around. After checking that they weren't about to appear and offer to dress him, again. He began to strip his clothes off. He let out a grunt as he struggled to pull on the pants that were laid out. He decided to give up before he got hurt trying to put his shirt on.

He walked out of the room and took a seat at his old poplar dinning table. The orc snaps his thick fingers to try to get the attention of his caretaker. He lets out a grumble when that doesn't work and shouts. "Hey, come in here and make me something!" His deep voice rumbles through the house. Despite how stubborn he is about having a caretaker he likes having someone to do all the things he doesn't like doing.

When they appear he grins, his tusks sticking out of his bushy white mustache. "I want sausage and eggs. And pour me glass of mead." He stretches a bit with a grunt, cracking his back before letting out a content sigh. "Well? Get to it! I'm hungry, smoothskin."