The half-orc... puts everything away ... and starts heading back to the camp. "Ish whennn I'm jrinnnkin' umallllways thinnnnkin' how t'gain," he concludes his tune with a wet sounding burp as one of the other campers throws a rock at him.
"Shut yer yap, Thursk, er' I'll knock yer jaw off!" The half-orc, presumably named Thursk, eyes the heckler menacingly.
"Comin' try it, and you'll get a boot to the yarbulls!"
"Good luck with a try at that!" Laughs one of the revelers. The heckler sits there quietly,