(( I'f I'd say I'm comminG? ))
Norviskrall looked around his little room, to take everything he needed for two days. Then the thought hit him:
"and what if Ghark sees this skin? he was not at the meeting, is a new blood...He wouldn't dare! Or would he?"He still felt the shock and anger growing up as he remembered how Ghark had acted and how he had spoken to her.
His mind stopped the memory in horror. One could not have read so many things about her and her role in the tribe with the fresh curious eyes of Norviskrall without gaining a great respect for her. She has become like a legend to him. In his mind, the tribe, its history, Claws and being orcish were deeply woven. And this orc...
Norviskrall went straight to the second shelf, took one of the arcane tomes and looked at a few pages.
"That's it, silencing for a minute, dazzling, yes it's this one". He put in his bag with a mechanical gesture, like he didn't know what he was doing.
"I wouldn't use it, of course I wouldn't. But, just in case..."