[And a duck into the grocery will reveal one man's shame. Or well, one eight foot tall muscular tattooed orc's ... shame. He's got one one handed axe at his belt, but otherwise is just in a pants-muscle shirt combo (both of which are quite wet as a result of the rain and his not having a coat) and he's eating some bananas right there in the grocery. He's still refused to eat their meet - but things which probably can't grow in this climate anyway? For now - For now - he compromises, even if it shames him deeply.
idk some other spy thing
Just.
Something to spy on.]