As the party plotted and spoke, the orcish woman simple kept and eye on the Cyclopes as he feasted. He ate quickly, leaving behind nothing more than a bloody stain where the frogs were once bleeding out. He sat there and let out a deafening yawn, scratched and belly, and looked around. He seemed to have noticed something but it was uncertain if it was the party he noticed. The beast just continues to sit there, woefully ignorant of his surroundings.

Then he farted. It was [i]wretched[/i]. [color=00a651]”I swear if that bastard shits in front of my base I’m leaving.”[/color] the orc grumbled.

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Cyclope Perception = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13016]9[/url]
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