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Chapter 7

I won't go into great detail about what followed. Naturally the chains that
bound Gloomp didn't withstand the curiosity that bloomed around Gloomp in the
holding pens. Gloomp knew that there were some amazing things going on around
him in this place, and he thought he might have died and gone to Valhalla.
The Orc captor guarding the pens quickly lost an arm upon trying to snatch
Gloomp up, and from there he began wandering the Orc Village. He tasted great
things, he found breathtaking objects, and he made his way into the Orc
Breeding Den while it was in full activity. Throwing himself into the mix,
some would say Gloomp lost his innocence, Gloomp would say 'I got stoneskin
so gud!' After this encounter, Gloomp remained indifferent to Orcs in
general. They were certainly more muddy than other creatures, and they
smelled a lot more familiar, but they just didn't feel like family. After all
was said and done, Gloomp did not suffer one disease,infestation, or
parasite. Some would call this a medical mystery, but when you were raised by
gully dwarves in the sewers and refuse piles of a city like Galadon, you're
probably immune or resistant to just about everything by the time you turn
two years old.