[center][h1]Roaring Thunder[/h1][/center]

“O boy” chuckled Thunder as he observed the interaction between Cinder and the Elf. Those girls sure have a dynamic going on between them. Their history would certainly be good stories for around a campfire. However at the same time such women tend to be trouble. Better follow the age old advice of don’t stick your dick in crazy. Judging from how Rain was staring at the elf, Thunder could only hope that his younger brother would follow the same advice as well.

“I knew it. The blacksmith, so that’s where I recognized you from.” Responded Thunder in Orcish with a big smile/ The words were pronounced right but it still sounded like a Tabaxi speaking Orcish as it is really hard for non-orcs to get that deep, hard guttural sound.


The truth was that the party seemed rather small to handle the amount of cattle they had to transport. Most of the others in this room looked like they had no experience with animals at all. Not that Thunder was that great with animals. From all his parents' children, it was he that had the least affinity with animals and farm life. 

The eldest brother had always looked from a different perspective at animals then his father or siblings. He would come up with ideas that no one really thought about. Like that one day that he launched an experiment to see if you could season chickens while they were still alive by feeding them corn mixed with hot pepper.

Most of the people gathered here looked more like a protection detail than cattle herders. Thunder could not help to wonder what Mr Garrick had to say. Luckily for Tabaxi he did not have to wait for long before the old man himself entered the study and started talking. 

Rokkit the Orc was quickly to fire his barrage of questions and Thunder listened intensely to what the old man had to say when answering the Orc’s questions. The thing that the Tabaxi immediately noticed were the details that Garrick wasn’t talking about. He simply refrained to his competitors, bandits and mercenaries for dangers on the road, somewhat pretending that he did not know from whom the threat would come. But in reality. Alle filthy ass rich people know each other. They don’t let an opportunity go to waste to wag their dicks around showing how big they are. Thunder was pretty sure that Garrick knew very well where the threats were coming from.

As the Thiefling was asking about the trail conditions Thunder realised that there was just truly one way through the desert and everyone with a bit of knowledge of the area and more than one brain cell could make a good educated guess about where the caravan would be on what point in time as long as they know when they had left mr Garricks estate.. This job started to sound more dangerous by the minute. Quickly Thunder glanced at his younger brother. The kid probably had not much of a clue of the dangers that they would certainly face on this job. 

For a moment the eldest Tabaxi thought about if he had any questions for Garrick. So far the first things on his mind had already been covered, then he remembered stories about how Hippogriffs tend to rather have bad moods making them difficult to handle. 

“Want me to cook something up for the hippogriffs? Heard that those beasts tend to have terrible moods making them a pain in the ass to handle. I can definitely think about a few ways to make them more docile. However some of them could have some side effects. Like, if they have been on potion for a month, they might have even worse moods for a week or so when they don’t get any anymore. I guess which one depends on how much you value your client. Anyway, I can cook something up for you as well mister goliath. Something that temporarily helps you fit under doors and makes you fit at the table for dinner. Sounds good, right?”

Thunder paused a bit to think. If there were some more questions he’d want to ask but first he wanted a refreshment.

“O, I’ll like a shot of whiskey, make that a double one and dinner sounds great too. Nothing beats good food in ones belly.”