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*trusk wanders up to the tavern, carrying the drunken orc*

Korr gan, is dis you's orc, me find him happy over at da hous of chans

**murmers in his sleep**
"Da boyz be waitin fo meez. Gotz ta get goin"
**Slowly shakes himself awake**
"Krusk? Whatchouz doin wit youz arm round meez?"

*Korrigan, seated outside the Tipsy Traveler with drink in hand, pushes his hat up enough to see the orc Trusk is carrying.*

"Yessir, Trusk," he says with a laugh. "He's one of mine. Toss him in the kitchen so Mary or Esmerelda can give him some coffee to sober him up."

*Trusk grunts and nods to korrigan, the proceedes to drag kraggish into the tavern, walks him into the kitchen, then leans him up against a counter, grunts, then walks back out, again proceeding to the portal*