Interesting. You got this from a Kavkazi orc. You certainly get around. Your morbid trophy amuses him. Very well. Walk with me. Hands behind his back, he strides outside of the encampment.

I need a man to be my eyes and ears in Bushton (five miles away). Something isn't right there. Someone is stirring for a fight, and I want to know who it is. Lay low, find work, insinuate yourself into their trust, I don't care. But I don't trust them. Alert me to any troop movements or any other intelligence that may indicate activity.


Bushton is across the border in the Red Valley, a small nation independent of Smirnoff.