My summer home is a sewer...

Oolok showed you into the windowless tomb of his small room, it was plain that it had once been used to store ale barrels. It was a little worse than the jail cell you had spent the night in, which may have explained why the half Orc had not been bothered by being locked up. "I work at night so generally I sleep in the day." He explained, as you noted how dirty and messy the place was... the big half Orc as much as said that he spent as little time there as possible. "My summer home is a sewer." He joked weakly, while watching as you slowly went around cleaning the place up.

"So what is it you do?" You asked him as he flops down on the bed, which was little more than a pile of straw with animal skins laying on top. Oolok looks over at you grinning, just watching you work for a long moment.

"Well not many jobs for a half Orc in this city." He pointed out with a sigh, taking a long breath before going on. "I use to be a mugger, bash heads steal purses you know. The city watch still thinks of me as one, that's why I was in the lock up last night. They dragged me in... clamped my nuts in the vice and squeezed to try and get me to rat on someone. Thing is I don't mugger anymore... got me a respectable job now. I work at the whore house..." He paused watching your reaction to that, before going on to explain a bit more. "Not sellin' my ass... I'm a bouncer, I bash heads if any customers get to out of pocket... maybe I collect debts if they don't pay up." He explained with a lustful smirk... flashing you a wide naughty grin as he admires you. "Now you could be a boi whore... got a sexy little body on ya. If you like... I could ask my boss to give ya a job. I mean I could tell by the smell... you like to suck cock... ya reeked of male musk and cum last night."

"Ahem I think I'd rather find some other work... But maybe I'll think about stopping by just to see." You reply softly, it was one thing to do it for someone you had known all your life, but working as some strangers whore was off putting.

"Sure... sure no problem... just thought we could work together ya understand." Oolok snorted, rolling over to face the wall as he pulled a old pelt over his body. "Anyway stay as long as you like... I'll take care of you." Going around to get the place cleaned up, taking all the trash outside but was unsure what to do with it. So you just threw it in the river, knowing the nasty gray water would carry it away.

What would you do now... your only real skills were slinging drinks in a tavern.

Pleasuring males with your mouth or hands, and now thanks to Oolok your broken in butthole.

Of course you had certain skill with your hands, you learned sleight of hand and pick pocketing tricks from one of the old tavern customers.

Taking out that magical Elven dagger you found in the ashes, you note the crest on the hilt. Wondering if you could learn anything about that crest, if you traveled to the great library in the center of the city.