Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5543592-20150626201540

"It's all in the process, right Bolgarg?  Orc's do it a very a special way." Said Jolkif.

"Yes.  Special." Bolgarg agreed. The Orsimer approached the gap in Garred's prison garb that they had made yesterday.

"No, Bolgarg.  His chest."

Bolgarg grinned, seemingly having no problem with that.

"This will be our last meeting, Garred." Explained Jolkif, as Bolgarg pulled a wicked looking Orichalum dagger from a sheath at the small of his back. "Then I am headed southwest, to Camlorn."