Turrig introduces you to the clan

You and Petra are paraded outside by a joyful Turrig. Daylight nearly blinds you as you exit the tent. Autumn air causes goosebumps as your nipples grow hard due to the sudden chill. Letting your eyes adjust to the light, many orcs around a fire cheer and raise their horns in your direction. Turrig brings you to the fire and sits upon a stump. He pats each of his knees, and the two of you each sit on one. You find yourself thankful for the heat of the fire.

Turrig shouts to another orc and waves his arm in a shooing motion. “Gah zerrig dan ath lil. Trazat grech elfen.” He says in orcish. The other orc sighs before nodding. He gets up and leaves the warmth of the fire, heading further into the camp. Turrig and his apparent friends seem to talk excitedly as you are occasionally rocked upon Turrig’s knee.