Orik is a friendly older Bothan who wears simple hardy clothing and smokes a thin pipe. Unable to speak from an injury he suffered earlier in his life he doesn't make with the usual conversation one might otherwise expect, but he's a really good listener. Never once has there ever been a soul who shares their woes with Orik that walks away feeling unheard. A simple joyous man who spares what compassion he can, a quality of the man that is most evident in the design of his pub. Walking into Orik's pub is like walking into his living room and manners befitting such a transition into the space are expected by many of those who frequent the establishment.

Entering into this space there's a cozy atmosphere which immediately welcomes a patron in through the front door, accompanied by the slight jingle of a bell hanging from the door. From the door there is a long path of hardwood which leads toward the back of the establishment and around through the back of the bar which sits along the right hand wall. At the bar there are plenty of comfortably placed stools one can opt to sit at. However, the other option lay over the carpeted floors among the booths which follow along the entirety of the left hand wall space. It's a cozy and small establishment that often encourages more of a sense of community as nothing is too far apart as to not feel a part of the general conversation taking up the room.