The forest was appealing, in the absence of any others. It was to be expected, after all. The runts had come together under the presumption that their numbers would make them more effective, but the success that they found with the Elwets wasn't mirrored during their escapades up the mountain. Impatience brewed soon after, thoughts bubbling up to the surface with regards to the efficacy of simply doing things alone, and then, just like that? A collective of six turned into just six individuals, each with their own thoughts and their own hunts.

It was good to know though. Possessing the memories of being a human didn't necessarily make one a better comrade. Possessing special abilities given to them by a deity didn't necessarily make one's life easier.

And then there was the current situation, with one of the largest of the orcs looming before her now, his countenance undeniably bear-like. The mass of a day labourer, this one had. If they were human, she'd have expected liver spots too, a nose twisted by a break that was never set. [b]"It's Esfir,"[/b] she responded, gaze settling upon the giant's neck. [b]"Another one of the runts made a bug explode and that caused the...camazot to screech out too."[/b]

She scratched her chin.

[b]"But what are they? Never heard anything like it."[/b]
[@Zeroth]