The
orcs pointed at Goruk, laughing. "Goruk chew pensively," one said,
wiping blood from a spearpoint with a scrap of manskin. Indeed, Goruk
was chewing silently at the leg of a body that lay half inside the
smoking remains of the farmhouse. The head and torso had been reduced
to ash while the legs varied from well-done to juicy rare. "What Goruk
think?" shouted the spear-cleaner.
"Fuck off!" bellowed Goruk, spitting out chunks of calf-muscle. "Goruk fucking eat!"
Goruk tended to be sensitive at mealtime.
--Steve Kilian
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