Re: Night 5: Down under Gorna
Jurz stands in the shadows, listening and watching for anything of interest. He is somewhat surprised that raven doesn't take some sort of cover, perhaps even flying up the manhole thing they are standing under. Indeed, he had thought of climbing up there himself. But then Raven is choosing to act as bait and stand still in the middle of the chamber ....
Jurz hears Oopses squealing away somewhere in the distance. It isn't a nice squeal, but that probably means that Minmorc has beat him at cooking, or something like that, again. Either that or the orc is challenging himself to see how many enemies he can kill using the little goblin as a club. He shrugs, they would come get help, or at least shout if they needed it. Not sing nursery rhymes.
With thoughts of Minmorc and the cooking competition and dreams about winning stuff for the gods running through his mind, Jurz glances down. Is that two eyes in the water there? No. Just two turds, bumping against each other as they float like two short, thick lumps of wood down stream. Maybe Minmorc would like that as a game, he muses. Betting on which turd stick gets away quickest. Perhaps we could call it Poo Sticks?