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Chapter 13

"Greetings and welcome back to 'Wild Thera'! I, your lovable host Fistlnep
Throngbottom, must apologize for the absence. Our previous sponsor's cooking
did a right number on me, even with my gnomish resistance to poison. Perhaps
the '100% vermin free' guarantee was not quite truth in advertising. Fear
not, 'Wild Thera' has secured new sponsorship and new and exciting services
will be announced via this broadcast. Stay Tuned!... But enough about me,
let's return to our subjects, the orcs of Clan Grinning Skull."

"The group headed by Krunk, if not publicly, has shored up their numbers with
an orc from a younger breeding group and has thrived this year, at least as
far as these things go for young orcs. Even Flepsh seems to have a healthier
pallor these days and is only rarely awakening at the dark altar. I must
admit, I feared this episode might be a touch boring, with no major
happenings, but then to my great surprise and, I hope, our listeners delight,
the Fortress of Light descended upon the Grinning Skull village in mass. I
must admit, I, Fistlnep Throngbottom, feared for my own safety as the wrath
of gods and goddesss was called down up the young, old, sick and able orc in
the path of these devastating warriors of virtue. The raid was no doubt
prompted by some stolen orb residing within Tremblefist's chest. I thought I
might go blind with all the searing light from the heavens! It also seemed
that Krunk and I shared similar thoughts on the matter of discretion being
the better part of valor, hiding within a few feet of each other during the
worst of the raid."

"Afterwards, as Krunk surveyed the damage with a greatly weakened Flepsh,
never the smartest that one, the found their newest underlings rotten corpse
laying the in Palisade ditch. I just barely overhead Krunk make a noise
halfway between a grunt and a laugh. 'Never bothered to learn its name.' A
poignant moment, if lacking something in empathy."