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Groz was seen singing and dancing in front of Galmair's gate around the fireplace.

" Dey call dem wild race
dis storieh knuwn as trace
dey call dem mountain folk
don'b make ob dem a joke

Yub, yub, yub dey are orks
yub, yub, yub strung folks
dis, dis, dis is all storieh
seek, seek, seek always glorieh

Dey gud knuw forefathurs
onlieh stupid one would bothurs
a foe to dem is nub worth to beh
as friend yoo can feel gleeh
wulf eyes, lowured eye sight
arm wib arm dey go in fight

Yub, yub, yub dey are orks
yub, yub, yub strung folks
dis, dis, dis is all storieh
seek, seek, seek always glorieh

Strung muscles, big hearts
hard lifeh in ebrieh parts
yoo won'b get in troubles
ib yoo don'b makeh rubbles
ib yoo accupt rules
get friends, nub fools

Yub, yub, yub dey are orks
yub, yub, yub strung folks
dis, dis, dis is all storieh
seek, seek, seek always glorieh "

((This is reworked this song -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-8p6BCumOo or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2Byj1L4mY0))

As Ish'kha is about to pass the gates with a sack of seeds and a sickle in her hand she notices the brother dancing around the campfire. With a glad grin the old orc grandma hammers down the bottom of her walking stick in the rhythm of Groz´s music and approaches. The top of the stick is decorated with engraved little bones and colourful shimmering stones which make noises like a primitive rattle.

She exhales a monotonous sound which turns into a deep growling and starts to accompany him with her throat singing. Not dancing with him due to her aged-related immovableness, but standing besides him, she seesaws her head and shoulders and keeps focusing her old grey eyes on him like in a ritual.