text: You sit at the camp, at the edge with a campfire, a pig roasting on a spit. You wait eagerly for your meal, before Captain Darruk arrives.
  
  
  "Mazkil, come with me for a moment."
  
  
  You struggle not to snarl in annoyance, knowing you'll miss the best cuts of pork, but nod and follow Darruk anyway. You follow him out of ear range of the camp, before he starts speaking.
  
  
  "You were with Karn on the mission yesterday, correct?"
  
  
  "Yes, sir."
  
  
  "We lost a massive amount of men for a mission that important. I need to know: Was it Karn's fault as a leader?"
  > You say "No."
  "Really? The other men I talked to seemed to think it was. Anyway, thank you. Please, go eat."
  
  
  You nod, and quickly return to eat. You have to punch one of the smaller Orcs, but you manage to grab a large, juicy piece of meat and eagerly chew into it.