[Kruol Gaadish]

"Yes", Kruol said simply in response to the human's scream. There was no time for drama. This was not a play in some fancy Jaedaxian threatre. This was war. This was food. He is Orc. With his his massive, calloused hands, Kruol reached for the human's head, grabbed, and twisted. There shouldn't be too much struggling after that. Then, with a low hiss at Arrg, he added, "get the gnome when you're done with that." There was no need to have a little critter going around telling everyone of the unfortuante attack. "Arrg!", barked Kruol in case the worg was savoring his meal, "you finish that when you kill gnome! I eat human. You can have cow-horse!"

It was a feast, but Kruol knew how to pace himself. The bloodlust was there, he could feel it burning past his eye and the hollow space where other eye should have been. Still, there was a long trek ahead. And it would be very useful to have spare food, especially meat, for the journey. That, and Kruol was a little interested in the stuffs that was in the cart.