[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Cave [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color] Orc Chief and others present [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The continued conversation in the Orcish language between Brezcar and the Chief gave Keystone a mote of annoyance. He hadn't expected much in the way of open arms and settling differences over a pint, but something in the arena of actual discourse didn't seem like too much to ask. The only reason that they had any insight as to The Big Orkie's thoughts whatsoever came in the form of a two second blurb from Cyneburg, who upon clarifying Keystone's intent in their native language, proceeded to be ignored by the greenskinned authority. At least they weren't being attacked. Yet. 

	Mental note #1: Learn Orcish. 

	Mental note #2: Next time, get ambushed by Dwarves. The smell would have been slightly better, and he knew the language, if a bit formally. 

	As soon as a pause in the conversation between Chiefy and Brezcar occurred, again without translation on their end, Keystone spoke up.[color=b8860b]"You lot got stuff to talk over, obvious, what you don't want us sussin' out. If you're needin' some private time, we can come back. Let us know 'ow we can 'elp when you figure it. My people're hungry, anyhow."[/color]