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[Durthagg]

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Durthagg scratched his head in wonderment... the hummie who stole his shinies did not follow him through the gate he had cast like he had expected. He looked at his hand but saw no torn fabric from the man's shirt collar. "Wud dis?"

Many things that night had puzzled him, and, although he was part orc, he was not entirely bereft of understanding as most humans thought he would be. A few shinies dropped on the floor did not impress him; he could count... to twenty no less! Besides, he had helped unpack several pack horses filled with shinies from his old friend and former master, Thraxas. So what did he care for a few sparkles lying on the Abbey floor?

And the juice someone had given him to drink... tasted bitter and turned his stomach, so he figured it was poison. Why were the humans so mean, he wondered. Was not that "soop line" supposed to be something good? And the items, plates and stools, were fastened down in an inexplicable manner. Once he had made a glue from pig fat, corpser sap, rotted pumpkin, and beeswax, but nothing he had seen came close to whatever held those items in place. (Though his hatchet did smash a stool, which he promptly replaced)

Then there was the misinformation. Thraxas had sent word to him telling him there was a lot of free food, and likely copious amounts of 'gral' at the Abbey, ready and waiting for hungry people. He sent out a few shardies to contact his cohorts who were no doubt out hunting or practicing, and then made a beeline for the Abbey. Arriving there, he saw lots of food, but the cloying, disgusting, unnatural, odor of humans made him lose his appetite, at least until he was sufficiently inebriated. But there was no gral to be found anywhere! In fact, he was told there wasn't any. Suspecting the usual human deceptiveness, he set about searching for it. Frustrated, he imbibed from his own personal stock which he had thoughtfully brought with him, and when Gomoku showed up, shared it with him.

He did notice a few very fine femmies, some of which talked to him and Gomoku. He marked them, not with anything that would not clean off eventually, so that the Big Cheef, Kurba, could find them and take a look at them. They were too few, so he knew he could not steal one this time, but that time might come yet.

So, as he watched the gate close, he and Gomoku went back into the Furt to finish off the evening with more bottles of gral, and joke about what they had seen. Hummies! They sure didn't know how to have a good time!