*Zook startles awake, and seems blithely unconcerned about the orcs, though willing to go along with the group's plan.*
"Hmm... I should have packed some itching powder to strew our path with. Most of those orc-types don't even wear boots! It's hard to follow when you're itching your feet, it is!" he mutters, packing his gear and getting ready to move.
"Hmm... I should have packed some itching powder to strew our path with. Most of those orc-types don't even wear boots! It's hard to follow when you're itching your feet, it is!" he mutters, packing his gear and getting ready to move.