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Apparently, people did not stock up enough firewood for the snowstorm yesterday. Now they're running up to him begging for more. For god's sake. Being the only few big guys in this small village, he's bound to be their donkey servant somehow. Barrock didn't realize it but he chose that voluntarily. He could be doing his daily training in the dojo or in the forest, but instead he decided to grab an axe to chop wood the whole morning before the sun even woke. That lady was just too assertive. 

[color=green][i]'Now, the inn.'[/i][/color] 

Grabbing the tree from the one corner of the mill, Barrock effortlessly lifted it and placed it onto an open area. After stripping it of its branches, the orc grabbed the axe he put nearby and sliced the tree into logs of similar length. Each log he would then split into four, a size small enough to fit any fireplace. It took a while to finally consume the whole tree, but the orc did not really break a sweat doing any of this individually. Once the final batches of firewood was complete, he wrapped them all up and tossed it over to the side. Now he would have to deliver it to everyone. The more annoying part comes. 

As Barrock ran past each house, he would leave the firewood batch at the door or in front of the place where they would stock the woods. He didn't want to have to greet anyone here. Especially children or the animals. They loved to cling. People liked it. He hated it. He doesn't want any of their dirty claws with their disgusting saliva on his clothes. Back and forth for a couple of whiles, until finally the inn was the last destination. Since this contains more residents, Barrock had to prepare multiple batches, yet he was still insistent on making only one run, so he could finally get back to his sword training. 

When he arrived at the inn, however, he noticed they had guests. Guests that were...absolutely not properly dressed. Were they dumb? This is not a fashion show to show off whatever flesh they have around their freaking white bones. And...who is this monstrosity even? Who wears skull mask nowadays? It's not even those artsy mask used in cultural recreation. Looks more like some biker things taken to the very fucking edge of the extreme end that you can fall off it and be barely recognizable. And it doesn't even look good. 

"Ah. We have some...uhhh...unexpected guest. You mind fetching them some warm clothes." The inn receptionist addressed Barrock as he made his entrance. He noticed the confused tone, but the almost 10 feet tall orc simply rolled his eyes as he carried the woods to the backdoor then to the storage area. He then immediately headed for the clothing room to grab stacks of winter clothes containing sweaters, jackets, gloves and scarfs, all of different sizes - just what they needed for now. How does he know what to take? Because the moment that kid gets sick again, the orc gets fetched over like their little darling to help out. It annoyed him to no end. 

"Ah, thank you, Bar." The receptionist jokingly addressed him as a vein popped on his forehead. "Don't go yet. Let them meet our resident's 'gentle giant'."

[color=green][i]'Oh my FUCKING god.'[/i][/color] 

The orc groaned internally as he walked over to the group of newcomers and plopped the stacks of clothes he gathered on the table in front of them. 

[color=green]"Here."[/color] Barrock curtly said to the group with a low voice, before standing aside next to one of them. 

[@Dr Lovecraft][@Kidd][@Enarr][@KZOMBI3]