World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah walks in, “Why thank you, Groog.” She enters, the sweet smell of the interior greeting the heroes as the paladin follows the troll huntress. The interior is sparse with a circular table with fresh grilled boar ribs, fruit, and sweet bread for quite the feast. Two large jugs of water sit on the table.

The Green Witch does not sit and watches each person with a careful eye, “I am pleased to see that you did not fall this evening, it will not be the last time you face the agents of Burning Blade. But your journey is far from over either.”

“But you must be tired, please eat, there will be time for speaking soon enough,” she finishes.

Lekah raises a brow and does not grab anything to eat just quite yet, but the paladin does not seem as careful and takes a seat and starts eating with quite the appetite. She starts pouring water for any that want some.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog blinked, seeing appetite of the paladiness and seeing that she wasn't poisoned and all, sighed heavily ... relasing all stress accumulated so far. He bowed his head to the Green Witch and produced small jug of Cactus Firevine, saved specially for this opportunity. He smiled nervously and started speaking while proposing his gift with slightly shaking hands. He is seemingly nervous, as if scared ?

"Ma'am ... we thought that small gift ... from us ... as a sign of good intent ... here."

When his stare wandered to the food, he seemingly relaxed, and was alvays more relaxed while avoiding sorceress with his gaze. As in the business meeting he sat and grinned while his freshly biten side ached. He massaged tip of his nose while eying tasty looking foodstuffs as if they were enemies he intended to destroy utterly. Knowing well that orc's tradition requires eating with bare hands he didn't produced his Army Knife. And his stomach growled, reminding him that he didn't ate anthing since they returned with Gruush. He sniffed a bit, drooling smile on his thin lips ... and raised cup of water.

"For the Good Fortune of our host ! And a lot of eyes for her birdie !"

He drunked that as if it were Ogre Throatburner and started eating. Eating ? Well ... it wasn't looking like eating ... more like try to became round by filling oneself with biggest amount of fruits, meat and bread possible. He even produced this tongue burning goblin sauce. That he was swaring he made of spicy paprika ... and didn't poured old socks inside.
Small goblin, with cheeks covered in fat and looking like twin and green oranges asked rest of Green Witch's guests with his red stare. And waved with piece of meat towards the bird sitting on the witch's shoulder.

"Wh'ld 'u j'in ?"

Translation from Foodrench: Wouldn't You join ?

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek catches Lekah's eye and shrugs taking a place at the table. He nods at the witch and smells deeply of the pork ribs. Soon they are cracking between his tusks, the marrow being sucked out in gobbets. He is content to eat and watch for now.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak gives a brief prayer of thanks and quietly begins to eat.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The Green Witch watches for a moment before moving to the door and stepping through them back outside leaving the party to gorge themselves on the food. The raven sits near to Groog and eats off his plate without asking making itself at home.

Lady Ravenheart speaks to Groog, “This is good food, I didn’t think these creatures ate so well, I had always been raised that the Horde ate the flesh of its enemies,” she pauses, “but these creatures have the ability to cook.”

Yes everyone can understand her, but you are not sure why.

The paladin gnaws on a boar rib, trying to not make a mess and for the most part succeeding. The beads sound lightly as a slight wind stirs and dances through the comfortable hut.

Somewhere in the distance one can hear the baying call of hyenas…

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak snickers and pauses in his eating.

"Creatures? I'm flattered. I was expecting to hear 'monsters' had I actually known your people's tongue," the shaman quips.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak snickers and pauses in his eating.

"Creatures? I'm flattered. I was expecting to hear 'monsters' had I actually known your people's tongue," the shaman quips.

Lady Ravenheart looks up, her cheeks reddening, “Why did I just understand that… and… then you understood me. What sort of sorcery is this?” she sighs, “I did not mean to imply that you are all monsters… but our people have been at war in one form ages.”

She looks at Garrak, “But I have seen that your people have some nobility.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I guess it is a favour our host has granted us for a time. She may have thought our speaking to one another would enlighten us both, as she has taken a neutral stance to most wordly matters if I remember correctly," the shaman speculates, "If Groog had not conveyed my words as I intended them earlier, thankyou for your assistance. I'm sorry about your men, and you have my sympathies. You humans often seem soft of flesh, but iron of spirit, so if our weapons cross in future -as I assume is your leader's intentions- know that I will not underestimate you. You have respectable prowess in battle."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

*GULP*
"Now You see how fickle sorcery is, kiddo. And no, You mistook today's orcs with demons. And belive me ... I witnessed two wars, and was involved deeply in third. It was merely 30 to 40 years. And any new war ... it will be started by humans. Or goblins."

He grinned with small hint of malice, and inmediately explained.

"Orcs ... I must admit that not all of the older, changed. Their new Warchief, wery wise and respected Thrall, overthrow old rules and established new ones. Based on forgotten ancestral spirit worship ... or something like that. Ask Garrak, he is shaman ... priest of spirits, if You prefer."

He pointed at the orc with small plate of meat, before he put it in front of the raven.

"And Garrak, to preemptively anserv Your question. She worship spirit of light. And cease talking of head bashing ! Let's eat like civilised goblins would. Here ... And You hurt me with Your distrust. Do You think that Green Sorceress liked Firevine ? Bird, did Your mistress liked it or not ? What do You think ?"

He asked raven, who was seeming more like hampster for him now.

 

[Voadam]

Speaking in his native low common, Snarrek's use of pronouns and full sentences might surprise his non-troll companions.

"You were right Lekah, the witch enchanted the food as we both suspected." He turns his gaze on the witch and cracks another rib. "But I do not fear callers of magic. My axe is cold iron and works well to stop those who throw bad juju against me. I would know more of this traitorous masked orc and broken tusk Boar. I killed dead and demons of theirs, and expect more fighting to come."