Torsten felt exhausted. He knew he needed more rest. Yes, he was awake for now, but also depleted. “I feel like I took on the entirety of the orc army and lost,” Torsten mumbled in Norgardian. “What the…” He looked around at Wolf and Oz. “Am I glad you boys were here. Otherwise, I’d be worm food.” “Yes, maybe I should have let you die, brother,” Wolf responded. “Like I said, what the fuck are you doing here? This is the [i]Blackwood[/i].” “Well, you know me, brother,” Torsten spat with a smile. “I love a good adventure. Mighty fine way to start one, eh?” Oz allowed a guttural chuckle at that. “You’re a bloody fool for coming down here by yourself. You know dat!” “Well, you two didn’t fare much better than I. I recall seeing the two of you bound up with your knickers removed. Got a good look at your bits and pieces, I did.” Torsten swallowed the water Wolf gave him and took a piece of jerky. “I recall Bjørn telling me you was hung like a field mouse. He weren’t lying, brother.” Torsten smiled. “Aye, should have left yer to die,” Njel Osborne uttered under his breath. “I can’t say the same thing about Wolf over here. He has a python any man could be proud of,” Torsten said with a grin. “We’ll have enough of that, thank you very much,” Ulf Gunnerson mentioned. “Ye don’ wanna me to unleash the Python. It could git deadly.” “Pig’s eye.” Njel Osborne was done with talking about men’s tubes. He looked at Torsten. “Eat that jerky and git some sleep. You’ll be walking in the morning.” “Oz, what were you two doing here?” “Same as you, Tors. Looking for adventure.” Torsten was satisfied with his response. Maybe with the three of them wandering through the Blackwood, they would have a much better chance. He still wished Vanhel were with them. Maybe we would have fared better if the old man were there to watch his back. [i]‘Why’d he run off with that woman anyway?’[/i] Torsten thought to himself before he drifted back to sleep. [@POOHEAD189][@Flagg]