[b][u]The Road[/u][/b]

  It got later and later as the moved on the hours coming and going fast. Over time Ishmael began to hear yawns coming Daniel and possibly a few others. He called out to the orc leading them. "Hold,... we are going to make camp off to the side. Some of us are getting tired and could use a rest." He said and began to lead Daniel off the path and into the forest and once he felt they were in far enough stopped and got of his horse helping Ceceria down as he did. He walked to the wagon that Daniel had been driving and began to remove supplies from it putting up small tents , one by one for each member of the group. He then placed the bedrolls down after that underneath the tents and even prepared a fire for warm as the night got colder. He made sure he built it bigger then normal and then sat down using a rock as a seat. He began taking his armor off one by one as he did until he was in his tunic underneath.

         The boy Daniel moved to sit next to him and watched the fire and began to put together a nice tiny rack over the fire and hung pots to it. From there he began to cook the meal that they would be having. Daniel looked around as he saw Ceceria join him by the fire. Sitting next to him and she smiled as she looked at the fire and the food about to be cooked. 

     The orc Gorgamesh moved to sit in place and didn't set up a tent or bed roll at all. He removed his werewolf helmet revealing his scarred up head. He was bold and had a torn right ear and a scar across his face as well as several about the back and top of his head. He then pulled from his side his own sack and began to remove a item from it. A long and good sized piece of were wolf jerky. He chomped down on it as Daniel looked at him. He glanced over at him and pulled another from the sack. "Want some,... jerky made from a were wolf... very good, very tasty. Tastes almost as good as the rabbits I ate a while back" He offered and the boy just shook his head and the orc shrugged. 

 "What is your name orc?" Ishmael asked him and Gorgamesh looked to him. "Name is Gorgamesh of the tribe of the white skulls." He answered.
Ishmael nodded, ... "My name is Ishmael,... wasnt the White Skulls wiped out a while back?" He asked causing a toothy grin from the orc.
The orc looked to him and smiled. "Yes, they were,... all but gone no tribe left except me." He said.

 "Sorry for your losses..." He said and the orc laughed. "Sorry?... don't be sorry,... I was the one who killed them all. Serves them right for kicking out Gorgamesh. Gorgamesh showed them, now there leaders skulls decorate my belt." He said and Ishmael rose a brow.

 "They kicked you out?" He asked clarifying what he just heard.

"Yup,... they were afraid I would challenge chief and beat him, so kicked me out they did. Now I am here with no god and no tribe." He said. Ishmael nodded and just went with it. Whatever.

 Ceceria looked at the orc and scooted closer to him and smiled. "Is it alright if I feel them. "She said twiddling her fingers towards the scars. He nodded as she began to touch his face. Starting with the scars around his head and the top. Tell finally she began to trace the one across his face. He then out of no where snapped his jaws at her and she jumped back and he laughed at her pointing his fingers at her frightened face. She smirked brushing a hair from her face and slapped his shoulder.

 "That wasn't very nice..." She said. The orc stopped and offered her a taste of the jerky and she pulled his hand close and bit the piece. She then pulled back and began to chew. The taste was intense and then something came over her mouth. It began to burn as she chewed and began to fan her face while blowing in and out. "What did you spice if with?"

  He shrugged and pushed his sack towards her and she saw that he had a few long dark colored peppers. She began to feel her nose run and eyes water. He then removed a gord from his belt and bit down and pulled the cork off and handed it to her. She then took a drink to wash it down and found out it was full of a azure liquid that tasted rather good. It was no grug or ale or anything. It even had a little bit of a fiz. She looked to him with a odd look. "Made from a root I found out here... didn't know what it was until I boiled it and stuff. Now I can't stop drinking it." He said and then she nodded. She took the jerky he offered her and began to eat it.. more slowly of course and in between drinks. "How did you make it so sweet?"

     "Bandit had the sugar... me took sugar." He explained and she nodded to his answer.