>>5655707Of course
>>5655734>>5655746>>5656165>>5656326You decided to invite him to share a meal with you, it was a good day and you wanted to spend it happily. So you addressed him.
-Come here then, masked cucumber, let us eat together, we have some meat. You will tell us some stories.
At the beginning the Orcadian was quite timid and even did not intervene when Godefroi and Bohémond were arguing about the superiority of the axe or the mace. But once he was fed he told that a mace was just a big club and that it made it very good. You found that he was comfortable enough to ask him.
-Nox that we are sharing a meal, tell me how did you left your lands to come here ?
The Orcadian, after sipping more beer, told.
-Mmmmh, dat's a long story. Like my... Hur hur hur... I was justa warrior in the Bad bonkers tribe. Our warchief was called Grogarosh Headbasha' , quite a nasty fellow. He liked a good scrap, he saw a nasty lad, he bashed him in the head, he saw a horseboy he bashed him in da head, he saw a mammoth, he tried to bash him in da head but it did not work so I told to built a huge hole, cover it with sumthing and let the mammoth charge. Was a good idea, but the hole woznot deep enough... The chief almost got krumped... Huh ! So he wanted to bash me until I was deaddy dead.
Bob asked him.
-So you fled ?
