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It would have been a strange site to the other races of Telath. For the orcs it was just common sense, they took what they needed and put it where they needed it. No respect for the dainty type orginization of most shara homes. And they thought orcs were not as intelligent, sure, and they coudl go on thinking the same thing.
The command for camp brought Grik back to his own two feet. He tied his mount to a wagon and streched out his once more tight thighs and back. He was swinging he torso back and forth when he was called forth by the bolg. When the commands were given, Grik grunted in approval, then moved off.
Once they moved the crates, and broke off the top Grik look down in happines. He grabbed mugg and filled it to overflowing, not knowing he was that thirsty. The two rogs looked at each other's face with a grin behind the turned up muggs. With the foam on thier upper lips they called out, 'Da Brew fer us!!!' Grik refilled his mugg before backing away from the crate.
Grunting in satisfaction he moved around the camp that the snaga were setting up. He watched observing the tasks they went to with out direction, these were good things for the orc to know for when he found himself in the leadership role. When he saw the bolg moving about, he raised his mugg and shouted, 'Tanks Boss!!'
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