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It was the most genuine smile she would have seen since they had reached the top of the wall. Hath had been picking at his bread. It was dark and full of seeds. His gut wasn't used to eating such processed grains and an orc couldn't live off bread and gruel like the humans could. His gaze drifted off to one side as he entertained a small fantasy that made him forget the meal and lack of game to hunt.
"Force marching those boys back to the company? Beating them into shape?" his voice trailed off at the possibility. He pictured the one who had squared up to him falling behind and receiving a well-deserved boot to the rump to encourage maintaining a good pace.
"Yes, we can probably head there now," he replied, turning his thoughts back to business. They had a formal letter to provide to those who ran the two main recruitment centres of the city. They had to evaluate what was on offer and haggle on the cost which would be fulfilled by the company's financiers in one of the city banks. He assumed Scabhair would fulfil the second half of their task. The cost of things was still bewildering. One could buy bread for next to nothing, but fancy fabric and rare spices were being sold for a small fortune. It made him consider raiding merchants on their way to Vel'Anir on a more regular basis.
Hath swiped his chunk of bread around the bottom of the bowl in a slow circle and bit it off. He left the crust. That part of their loaves seemed particularly unpalatable to him.
"Force marching those boys back to the company? Beating them into shape?" his voice trailed off at the possibility. He pictured the one who had squared up to him falling behind and receiving a well-deserved boot to the rump to encourage maintaining a good pace.
"Yes, we can probably head there now," he replied, turning his thoughts back to business. They had a formal letter to provide to those who ran the two main recruitment centres of the city. They had to evaluate what was on offer and haggle on the cost which would be fulfilled by the company's financiers in one of the city banks. He assumed Scabhair would fulfil the second half of their task. The cost of things was still bewildering. One could buy bread for next to nothing, but fancy fabric and rare spices were being sold for a small fortune. It made him consider raiding merchants on their way to Vel'Anir on a more regular basis.
Hath swiped his chunk of bread around the bottom of the bowl in a slow circle and bit it off. He left the crust. That part of their loaves seemed particularly unpalatable to him.