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We make it a good ways on the road to go around the mountain range. The small talk is pleasant. The insults frequent. And i get a first hand experience of an elf and dwarf arguing. Overall it's been interesting. Not as quick as i would like but time is pretty good considering the horse and donkey can go farther than either of these two can without stopping.
Well, it was going good. Till we found the remains of an old camp. There's about three bodies, all big, all dead, and all green. Like really sick looking green. "Fuckin' what in Hell 'appened here?"
"It's an Orc camp, but the Orcs are dead." We get closer and I get Carcina off the Chestnuts here. I walk my way over to the bodies and looking at this big lime shaded sons of bitches i can tell what killed them. They got more than eight holes in each of their bodies and that's a lot of blood on the ground. "Well 'ain't that a kick in the head."
The other two look at me, guess that wasn't in my own mind after all. "What's it 'Enry?" Radnek asks.
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