A stroll through their camp.

Within a few minutes both orc followers have dressed and re-equipped their gear. The level one orc doesn’t have much; he has some simple spun cloth clothes and a rusted sword that looks like it hasn’t been used in years. Orok on the other hand has a leather chest piece and an old helm, two hand-axes and a bow with some primitive and bent arrows. You decide as you watch them getting ready that if they do a good job with you today that both would get better gear from your stockpile at Victor’s Tower.

The Nymph follower is the most intriguing because she doesn’t have anything in fact she doesn’t even have clothes. Her bare body glimmers in with a green shine, your eyes can’t help but follow every curve of her beautiful and almost perfect form. She is lounging, lightly running her fingers over her body as she watches the orcs get dressed. Her forest green breasts rise and fall in a seductive manner as she seems to be working herself back up.

“Come on guys, it's time to see if I can become chieftain of your war party.” You say before you start to act on the stiffening of your member while watching the little cock tease.

“So, What’s the plan chief? How are you going to beat him?” Orok asks quietly as you and the others move through the forest back to where the main party of orcs were setting up camp.

“It is quite simple…. I am going to walk in and challenge him for Chief… Then I am going to beat him bloody. I think…” You have a plan but trying to explain it to Orok just feels off. Maybe it’s because you don’t trust him yet or maybe it’s because you have doubts you can beat him. Thoughts running through your head keep you unsure as you approach the small clearing in which the familiar sounds of Bee-OOP can be heard echoing.

“Stay here all of you, if I don’t make it go to the tower an hour's walk north of here and tell them what happened.” All three nod as they find a place to hide amidst the trees of the forest.

Walking with a confidence you don’t quite feel, you stroll with a rolling gate out into the midst of the many fires burning.

“MAKE FOOD, USELESS WOMAN, CAN MAKE FIRE, CAN BURN GRUBB..” Gruk the level 5 chieftain is shouting at a crying orcish female, the cook, that is kneeling by one of the many fires that are burning in the meadow. The text that floats above her says “Cooks can only be utilized in claimed land. Error: no claimant crystal found. Error: no claimed land found.” She is trying and failing to place a roast on the fire, every time it leaves her hands it jumps out to sit on the ground still raw followed by that obnoxious sound Bee-OOP.

All eyes are on the exchange so no one sees you coming until you are strolling past them, the two warrior orcs and the shaman drawing weapons and trying to bar your way.