[Remy]

"Hunt good fer nothin' orcs?!" Remy shouted out, his gnomish accent coming through in full force. He wasn't happy with this news one tiny bit. He had come under the false pretenses of treasure hunting, not big ugly, hairy orc hunting. This he was not interested in at all...what interesting bobble could he find on an orc? None at all he was sure. "Lies, all of it, lies!" he yelled out as he raised himself to his feet.

"First we're led here under false excuses, then you tell us we're going to be trying to find a trail that orcs used, in the middle of the bloody dessert?! A trail, in the sand?" His face was turning beat red as he spoke, such anger exploding from his abdomen. "How do we know that's even the truth?! How?! I came out here to find treasures and trinkets, do the orcs have these things? I doubt it!"

Oh he was steaming. This child of the rock, not usually quick to anger, was exploding like a volcano. Had this elder dreamt of him or was Remy simply on the wrong caravan to nowhere. Three little letters could easily quell his anger, three letters to affirm that these orcs made indeed have trinkets of interest. Anything less and he'd just continue to scream.