[RoS] Soldiers of Fortune (IC)

[XIII]

Completing the ritual, his conciousness slammed back into his body. He breathed hard, processing all that had happened. After cleaning up and retrieving his belongings, Urukubarr checked the stew. It had to be done by now.

Pleased and more relaxed than he'd been since the journey started, Urukubarr served bowls of fish stew to everyone. The compliments on the food had Urukubarr smiling widely, displaying his large jutting teeth "Gratitude!! I try to make best." The compliments on his food combined with the fact that he'd just completed the ritual put Urukubarr in a jolly mood. He poured wine or water for those with empty cups. In the past, Urukubarr would gladly work for his food, drink, and bed at local inns and the like. People would come in just to be served by the massive half-orc. With a properly stocked kitchen, Urukubarr could work wonders.

Completing the ritual meant a lot to him. He had felt distanced from his druidic roots before now. Now that it was over, his path was clear. Blood would answer blood, there was no other way. "Great spirits favor us, we must spill blood of Mad Dog and his ilk. It is demanded of me, of we great hunters. The boy, he must pay too... After he help us."