[Gauls]

Grik

The caravan rode closer to the trench works built by the 5th Ushtar. Looking both left and right it seemed like the works went on for miles completely surrounding the ruined city of Narim. The caravan orcs would also note that the orcs in the trenches were not completely without comforts. There were odd groups of furniture, bedding, shiny silver and brass things, and even some clothes. All of this was arranged around the rear of the trenches making small outdoor living rooms all along the line. The orcs had stripped anything of value from Narim and used it to spruce up the positions they held. Some orcs were lying asleep on plush chairs while others in groups huddled around some pretty nice tables that look like they came out of a royal person's home playing cards.

The bolg rakul gave a quick order to one of the rog then rode ahead alone into the fortified line to find the commander no doubt and announce their arrival. The rog that was given the order bellowed out , "Circle wagons! Make camp!"

The wagons went into motion circling then came to a stop. All jumped off and were milling about when the bolg came back out of the trenches.

"Ju, come here!" pointing to Grik and the orc next to him. Pointing to his right side near the edge of the trench where a pile of crates were stacked, he ordered the rog, "Take two crates here an' put on back of wagon. Pick up one more din gib to da fellas!"

Upon completing this task and opening the third crate, Grik and the other rog would see a welcome surprise. The crate was full of angrybrew!