[h3]A) Improve Food[/h3]

Broken Tooth was dead, or captured, or worse. No one cared, really. The few captains who remained bullied their orcs to their feet, brandishing the few weapons that remained to them. "Oi lads, on yer feet! We've got work te do 'ere! Who wants to eat?" On the mention of food, orcish ears pricked up, and it took less punches than usual to convince the slovenly orcs to spread out and look for meat to kill and bring back. The more forward thinking captains started to look about for a clearing or somewhere they could start building huts, it usually rained on islands after all...