Torx doesnt wanna talk. He wants to plunder and raid dungeons and amass wealth. He doesnt have to like you to work with you. He doesnt care what you are, or who you are. He only carews you can do your Job. With a capital J. Dont be offended when he just calls you fighter, cleric, or just druid, its just that he's not paid to know your name.

When you see Torx; He wears mostly gray, beige, light brown clothing. Nondescript. Light honey blond hair graces him with a lighter, almost blond beard. Torx is a slight, wirey, "almost could be taken for a tall halfling", dwarf. You hear him mutter under his breath. "20 gold", "Copper, Bleh", "Gold Ring, Fake Diamond Pendant", and continues. You feel his attention pulled around the room. His dark grey eyes, capped with dark black eybrows, never leaving yours. Sighing softly he says evenly, "Sorry bout that, casing a joint, lets me relax. Now, how much is this worth?"