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[color=CA6F1E]Time: Morning
Location: Dugmaghord - The Pit
Interactions: Pâsh[@Alivefalling]
Weapon: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/24/4d/6e244d336101c9a1335c3f5894c3d9f1.jpg]Meliora[/url] a cobalt glaive with unbreaking and returning charms
Armor: Just the clothes on his back
Equipment: Lockpicking kit, small knife, 3 large red potions, and a pouch of amas.[/color]
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Celebrate? Drinking? Now Pâsh was really speaking his language. He followed the massive orc from the pits ready to enjoy the rare chance to relax amongst the greatest of the orcs. Leaf and his rattled brain didn’t really understand why Pâsh thought he needed a bodyguard but who was he to argue with the top orc? So he nodded and set that aside to think about later.  Leaf accepted the cup and immediately dunked it into the barrel from the hole Pâsh had punched into it. At least it was something to fill his stomach with, he’d been hoping for a plate of ribs so large he couldn’t see over it, but this would do for now. He looked down into the cup, picked out the few splinters of barrel lid that floated on top, and took a long drink. [color=CA6F1E][i]A great warrior and a showman![/i][/color] He thought of the ord leader.

Leaf struggled not to cough as the harsh drink burned its way down. He always forgot how strong the orc’s alcohol was, not like the refreshing punch they were always serving back home. Like much of orc culture it was not designed for comfort, it was made to be effective. The ease with which orcs drank the powerful drink only reminded him that orcs were built differently from any other race he’d met. Everything an orc did consistently served to strengthen them, they would always endure, and they never searched for the easy path. War would not break an orc and if he could become half as tough as them, maybe it wouldn’t break him either. 

He studied Pâsh, careful not to hold his gaze on the orc for longer than a second or two, but studying the way the grand chieftain carried himself. He watched every fight in the pit as if his own survival depended on it. He tried not to think about food, even though that thought kept slipping in when he tried to stay focused. If he’d gone hunting he’d probably be eating something right now. But that was the easy path, he had to do what was difficult until it was second nature. Until he was more like the orcs; strong enough to withstand facing demons and enduring war. If he failed, if he wasn’t strong enough, he’d be no use to his group, he’d let them all down. 

[color=CA6F1E]“Grand Chieftan, if I can ask it, which o’ your many victories held the sweetest taste? Was it the huntin' of the Hygora shrimp?”[/color] Leaf asked, careful in his phrasing to not imply anything Pâsh might take offense to, but wondering if any of the mighty orc’s battles had been difficult for him. Of course, now, Leaf was wondering if Hygora shrimp were as tasty as regular shrimp but he wasn’t about to irritate Pâsh with an endless string of frivolous questions. [/color]