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After a hefty dozen of beer mugs, Grox was finally calming down. Until Stride, who he didn't notice so far, abruptly interrupted his ale consumage and whispered something to him. The words were jumbled and messy, either he was very drunk or he forgot something. A large amount of spit along with the few words reminded him of his companion's state. So he did forget something. Stride soon faded away again, but he wasn't the only thing fading away. This ale was stronger than the fungal ones back at home and it seemed like the whole bar was moving. He could snap out of it, but he rarely had a lighz mindset like this. So he finished the last mug of ale and looked behind him to see who the self proclaimed mage was talking to. And there it was. A giant spider. Of all thing it was a giant spider. The part of his brain shut down as he entered in shock. His mind was working hard to solve this state of freezing, but from the outside it was more an awkward stare, even for an ork. Then the shock became fear, and fear became anger. Ge clenched his fists and turned back to the bartender anxiously  [color=39b54a]"Ale fo me ye git!"[/color] 

With another few mugs of ale the fear levuated, leaving only the anger. The more this chat progressed the more he wanted to break every bone of this creature. Not even a proper spider but some weird abomination. Grox shrugged as he thought of that thing. So it came naturally that after one last sip, amd listening to the boasting of this "elaborate" arachnid he grabbed his mug and threw it towards the spider. Then the stool he was sitting on in a rapid succession. [color=39b54a]"Ye bloody git gun get yo skul smashd! Grox fear no spida! Yu ded! WAAAAAAAAGH!"[/color] His alcohol induced battlecry filled the room and echoed out on the street. From the stables he could hear Woggha's battlecry too. He grabbed his axe and began furiously swinging it towards the spider, knocking over tables, glasses and even a few bar patrons. His eyes turned to rage and his muscles grew in size. His rage could not be quelled as the alcohol ate through his reasoning, fogging his already slow thoughts.