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Message: <blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1481888" data-attributes="member: 14316">Zanock looks at Dunathar and makes a sound somewhere in-between a growl and a sigh.  “What?  Your elders had only good things to say about orcs?  I think not.  I used to travel only at night, to avoid those who sought to kill me first and ask questions later.  Like the dwarves who killed my parents.  If not for my size and strength, I doubt I would have survived long, as an orc whose only wish is to travel and see the world.  Does your tribe not hunt orcs wherever they are seen?  Are you not suspicious when I even speak with other orcs?  Am I not already dead in the eyes of most humans, elves and dwarves from the moment they see me?”Ignoring the carving knife, Zanock uses his falchion to slice off a chunk of meat and starts tearing into it with his teeth.Watching Zanock's falchion slice into the meat, Manzanita thinks back to the time they killed and cooked the boar with Glendrake’s caravan.  Or the graduation party at the university in Masar where she studied law.  It’s difficult to reach any conclusions, but the slab of meat on the table, if eaten with the bread, could make a meal for... fifteen to thirty-five?  It looks like one of the deer’s haunches.  The rest of the deer is not in evidence.  The kitchen, like the other rooms, is clean.  The room itself is twenty by twenty feet square, and is filled pretty tightly with all the boxes, crates and barrels.  There are three more doors in the corridor.  The next one is on the left, then a pair of double doors on the right, and lastly a door straight ahead.</blockquote>

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