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Luptar palms his face. "Argh... Amateurs..." At night he once again creeps to the wall and posts a note in reply: "Friendly reminder to my man with short memory. The payment was 50 silvers, and the meeting place is south gate of Troll's Bane near the farms. Borgate and his tavern shou...

Nub me problem, little beast. Beg or no beg, me just do de' job. Man come soon, yoo meets him un' talks. Till den, you're mine. Luptar's raven kept circling around the dark cavern room with the note in its beak, then returned to Luptar's shoulder. Stoopid brrd! The orc grunted and snatched the note...

The miner girl Irania was standing by the depot in the shop. Makdalena, athletic and tall, muscular, repulsing to a human eye in every way, and absolutely beautiful in her military grace to the eye of an orc, watahced her carefully. Like the orcs have agreed, she would wait till the night served her...

the orc shoves the painted man out of his personal space, threatening him with the club, then makes his way to the elfess without thesword, and stares at her face "Luptar's rock is in bag!" - he reaches into the back and pulls out a big rock, slamming it back in the bag. "Now gib bac...

"Painted oomie talk again - painted oomie hab to outbid me club. Now gib bag bak!"

*A bulky muscular short orc enters the bar, kicking the door in. He holds a spiked mace on his shoulder and barges right past the humans straight to the elves, and points at the one with the bag* -Yoo leafeaters hab Luptar bag! Gib bag back! Luptar wants bag! Gib bag or Luptar smash! *the orc growl...

Luptar Smash probetkin!!!