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There can be heard from one of the tables course, loud laughter, and the clank of a tankard of ale hitting the table. A large half orc rises, still chewing a mouthful of meat from the feast. He is wearing the animal skins of a barbarian, and a large great axe can be seen behind him leaning against the wall just within reach of his huge arms. He opens his mouth to speak, parts of his meal still visible much to the disgust of those who had just turned to hear him speak.
"Ha! We no am need -elves-! They am small, and am breaking easy!" Gell pauses for another bite off of the bone he is knawing and a swig from the tankard of ale, then continues. "You no am wanting small squishy men for quest! You am want orc!" At this statement the half-orc tosses away the turkey leg he was chewing on, picks up his axe, and thumps himself proudly on the chest with a gigantic, meaty fist. "You am need someone big, like Gell! Gell am big enough to be great warrior! Gell am carrying big axe! Gell am go to tomb of... ", the orc pauses, struggling to pronounce the name of the tomb, then smashes his fist on the table in frustration. "Am go to cave and am smash bad things!!"
The orc looks around the room with his eyes narrowed and his axe in hand, as if challenging anyone in the room to pronouce he was not indeed big enough to smash anything that might get in his way. Seeing no challenges he sits down and grabs another handfull of food, satisfied.
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