{ @iinvicti wanted Darokha.}
“Here.” Darokha held out a rather large piece of meat, the entire leg of a Deer in fact, freshly cooked to the point it still smoked from the heat. He was sharing his meal with the other man, figuring it would be a good way to show him he welcomed him as a friend instead of a stranger. “Eat.” He was a man of few words, he often thought his fists did the talking for him, or a strong axe did it. He wasn’t like the other Orc’s here, who held large tusks and varying degree of brown-shades for skin, where as Darokha was as green as the grass. He was of an eastern tribe, born among the thick jungles of Dynasty. But yet here he was, west, among Uruk’s rule. Welcomed and treat like one of them instead of an outsider, so he could relate to the other.
