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Ogrim received his own pot of Angrybrew and drained it by half in one long draught. Wiping the froth from his jaws with the back of his hand, he looked over at the other orc and rumbled the traditional orcish greeting, ”Ashdautas Vrasubatlat.”, before taking another deep swallow.
A moment longer the bowl of stew he ordered was dropped in front of him with little in the way of courtesy. Ogrim slid over the appropriate payment as was required before lifting the wooden bowl to his face and pouring in some of the thick broth. Though the stew was not what other races would consider fine culinary fare, it suited an orc’s palate well. The meat was well aged (some would say rancid) and the flavorings added were all robust in taste, it was very satisfying.
Turning to the other orc, Ogrim jabbed himself in the chest and rumbled. ”Ogrim. I’m here for da war, and other things.”
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