<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"<b>Don't start a fight you can't finish, Bumblebee, I can tell you things that will dye your cheeks a permanent scarlet rose. You think that man is impressive at all? You should see an Orc man in a berserker rage, right after fighting a good battle, adrenaline still pumping. Although, if you're having issues late at night addressing a certain '<i>Lady Problem',</i> I can go into detail." </b>Bamut said, lightly nudging Beve's shoulder. Bumblebee was an old nickname from Bamut for Beve- When Beve first arrived one fall, she was dressed in warm colors, Black and Yellow. Many took her as a '<i>Queen Bee' </i>for her beauty and regal air around her. Bamut had seen her and, in her own way, made a memorable first impression- She said that Beve wasn't just beautiful- she reinvented the hourglass figure. Needless to say, given this was their first encounter, it left her a bumbling mess of red, giving her the nickname Bumblebee.<br/>
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Who knew that an embarrassing comment would lead to her becoming friends with the up and rising blacksmith?<br/>
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When she mentioned the outfit, Bamut would smirk, but roll her eyes. "<b>Beve, an armor is meant to be used- If you really appreciate the armor as much s you say, then hope that it saves you from a killing blow. An Orc's Pride in their Forge-Mastery comes from if our products manage to keep you alive in your future battles. That is the Code of Angband. "</b>She said. The Code of Angband was the ancient laws written by their God-King during the first age. Each Orc born inside of a stronghold, like Bamut, had to remember the two-hundred and eighty-two laws dictated. It was a harsh, but fair code of law that had allowed the Orc's to survive in the modern age. Bamut kept them written down in a book in her forge, and read them every night, since her strong-hold was destroyed. As the last survivor of the Urzoga Stronghold, daughter of its chieftain's forge master, It was her job to carry the history with her for the rest of her life.<br/>
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Bamut never honestly talked about herself- She said that she was once apart of a stronghold, that she learned how to forge from there, and that was it. It was only due to Beve's closeness to her that Bamut had told Beve what had happened- Human mercenaries contracted by an unknown Baron wanted the mines that the Stronghold had settled upon, to gain favor with the King. They assaulted the stronghold, one hundred strong, and though the Orc's there fought like raging wolves, they were ultimately cut down. Bamut was the only survivor, she had managed to hole herself up in the Blacksmithy and fought them off in there. She took as much as she could from the ruined stronghold, and went to Dragensild to try and rebuild her life. She never forgave and she never forgot, but she made the best of her life here. She has tried to make peace with herself, trying to be outgoing and friendly, but beneath that veneer of perversity she held up was despair. <br/>
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She was alone. Beve was really the only friend she had. So it touched her that she cared about her business. "<b>I'll send word for Helm to keep an eye on this place- So long as I pay my taxes, the Smithy will be in my name. But I am glad you care so much- Maybe you are just the fuzzy little bumblebee I know and love!" </b>She said, giving Beve a playful hug. The woman always had an infectious way of looking at the positive side of life.</span><br/><br/>Leokas had chosen that moment to return- He had<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fc8.alamy.com%2Fcomp%2FH8JNFN%2Ftwo-horses-saddle-up-for-a-ride-waiting-H8JNFN.&amp;hash=e3e610ac58faba5915d17aaee3693d76" href="http://c8.alamy.com/comp/H8JNFN/two-horses-saddle-up-for-a-ride-waiting-H8JNFN." rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> two horses </a>with him, both packed with supplies, and looked none the less perturbed. The Horses were full and healthy, because Leokas had been spending the time ensuring they ate properly before leaving. They would not be in another settlement for a couple of days, so Leokas wanted to ensure they survived the journey. Hunger and thirst could lead to recklessness, and though he had bought food for them, it always helped to be prepared. He was also carrying someone useful- a pretty cheap looking<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.metmuseum.org%2Ftoah%2Fimages%2Fhb%2Fhb_89.2.157.jpg&amp;hash=696cf25a446e39ade451fc56f3cdea67" href="https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_89.2.157.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lute</a>. It didn't have a makers mark, so either it was hand-made by someone in the village or it was a replica. Still though, the thing worked and could play music, so he figured their resident Minstrel could use it. He didn't have the money for any expensive instruments, so it was the best he was willing to go for. He placed the Lute in her hands, as he approached. "<b>Got that for two silver, figured you'd like it- Horses are prepped and ready to go, but...."</b>He would look towards Bamut, and rub the back of his head, staring at the Orc woman.<br/><br/>"<b>I am not sure they will be able to hold your weight, Ma'am." </b>He said.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Bamut gave a mock look of hurt. "<b>Are you saying I am fat?!"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>I was going to say big, but that works."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"....Bumblebee was right, you are a bit rude."</span></b><br/><br/>"<b>I simply see no point in lying."<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"<b>Well, the good thing for you is I don't need a horse." </b>She said, before looking towards the sky and....letting out a howl. She waited patiently, before the group heard the sound of paws thumping on the ground. Soon, an <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2F4.bp.blogspot.com%2F-9GvyjVuqBAI%2FTlfC6PGWvrI%2FAAAAAAAAAEA%2FoSa-Y-PXiZE%2Fs1600%2Fwarg_concept_900.jpg&amp;hash=730d75972aea6ed074a347d873d758dc" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GvyjVuqBAI/TlfC6PGWvrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oSa-Y-PXiZE/s1600/warg_concept_900.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Albino Warg</a> would run up. Bamut would approach it and....begin cooing at it like a human would a dog, the warg's tongue lolling out at the affection. The Warg was Bamut's long-time companion, a fellow survivor in it's own right- A small pack of them attacked the village once, but the town guards and Bamut managed to drive them off. Bamut found the Albino injured, a young pup amidst the chaos, and nursed it back to health. It was her pet and friend, along with her mount, and it did help that he managed to gobble up any bandits that thought it wise to attack the village. "<b>Aw, look Bumblebee! It's Moonlight! Oh, who's a good boy, Moonlight? Who's a good boy?" </b></span><br/><br/>Leokas would just stare at this. He never expected to see an Orc be affectionate towards anything, especially a giant man-eating warg, nor did he expect Moonlight to roll on his back like a dog, and kick it's legs up when receiving Bamut's affections. He would then turn towards Beve and look at her. "<b>Glad to see you're armored up. Hopefully we'll find some bandits along the way- I need to know what you can do, and given that these thugs breed like rabbits, it's good practice." </b>He said to her, as he mounted his horse.<br/><br/>"<b>You ready?"<br/>
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