[color=00a651][center][h3]Agar [/h3][/center]

[center][h3]// So this is what hell is like //[/h3][/center][/color]

Agar looked out from the entrance to the camp taking in the looks of the surroundings. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath of the mountain air. The leering and jesting from the big orcs on the wall was mildly distracting so Agar just paid more attention to his surroundings to get a better view of the place and get his bearings. 

A small encampment nestled in a valley, a good defensible position but would be hard to escape if everything fell. Tall mountains to either side with thick forests, a clearing in the distance with a sudden drop off in foliage seemed to be a lake or swamp. Deciduous and evergreen trees spoke of mild winters with the snow barley visible on top of the mountains, temperate climate more than likely. Should be some good roots or undomesticated wild vegetables around and not just those roots he heard some of the others talking about. The small rise in the forest would be a good spot to make a small outpost or look out stand. 

Another runt came up to him during his thought processes and immediately tipped him off as to his habit of humming, without wanting to get in a deep conversation about it with the other gate guards and random runts around he motioned for the orc to follow him with a nod to confirm both their suspicions. Agar then began to move in the direction of the loud crack that scarred those birds out of the trees earlier. He wanted to see just how out matched they were to the local wild life while being careful about it.

After getting a little ways away he spoke to the other young orc that he was just now able to get a better look at. A little shorter than he but not much, their skin color and hair color was lighter than his. They gave off a feeling of a happy and possibly carefree attitude at first glance. He didn’t think he had to explain who or what he was to this one based on their reaction to him humming earlier so straight to the point then.

[color=00a651]“Agar.”[/color] He stuck out his fist for a fist bump greeting, [color=00a651]“Formally Johnathan 45, army rangers and rancher out of Montana, killed by a semi-truck, you?”[/color] entirely blunt with little to no emotion or hesitation either it would make sense or not either way he needed to relay certain information to this one before continuing. [color=00a651]“by da way I know I’s caught myself humming but we shouldn’t out ourselves and who we’s are to the rest of the tribe, I get the feelin that special doesn’t last long ‘ere might be more of uz out ‘ere too.”[/color]

He didn’t much care about exposing so much information to this one, if he wasn’t going crazy hopefully they would understand. If he was going crazy and this one wasn’t like him then he would just have to have a “unfortunate hunting accident” didn’t seem like the orcs cared to much about that any way.

[color=00a651]"Anyway, I goin to see wat da big crack was."[/color] pointing towards where the birds flew away. [color=00a651]"den wat yous want to do? me don mind."[/color] it was hard to stay away from how the orcs talked and he found himself dipping in and out of their speech patterns.

[@Zeroth][@Such A Birch]

<<[u]Current Quest:[/u] Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole.
[u]Hunt Selected:[/u] Random
[u]Location:[/u] just outside the camp examining the area.>>