[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Akeno[/h2][/center][/color]

Earlier that day Akeno had asked one of the other runts, another reincarnated human like herself, whether they should return to the camp at all. It hadn’t been a serious query really, she hadn’t seriously been planning on running into the forest with no plan, Akeno had just wanted to see what the other Orc would say; but the idea hadn’t come from nowhere. It [i]had[/i] crossed her mind if staying the Orc tribe, who they knew nothing about both in term of who they were individuals and what they were like as a culture, might not be more dangerous than taking their chances.

Those thoughts came up again now, as she listened to the way Shamar describe, rather solemnly, the kind of people she was now expected to share a camp with. It was… [i]discouraged[/i] that they steal from each other or kill each other, unless they could get away with it. From the sounds of it, everyone was going to try and get away with it.

She was expected to protect her own possessions or else they would be taken; the feeling she got from Shamar was that if she didn’t do a good enough job most would see it as her own fault if she was robbed.  Shelter would be respected, most of the time, but she had no shelter and no idea how to get one. Build it herself was the most likely answer, but she had no carpentry skills to speak of and no materials or tools even if she did. Even making a tent was beyond her means in both categories as well.

Which all meant that she was basically back where she had started earlier, only with aching hands and something worth stealing on her back.

Akeno turned away from Shamar’s hut and walked back towards the centre of camp. Might as well see if anything had changed while she was gone.

[@Zeroth]