Gromsnok's muttering about the lack of proper transport continued for a few moments. Then it was cut short by the arrivall of a trukk. "Ah, dere's da trukk, ya lads know wha's up after all!". The meganobs excahnged a few glances and decided to accept the boss's leap of logic that they had called the trukk in. It would certainly be better than receiving a few well-placed blows to the cranium.<br/><br/>This particular trukk was open topped, which was quite convenient. As heavily armored orks weren't generally known for their proficiency of not accidentally knocking holes in the roof if it was a rather cramped space. As the warboss and his retinue embarked upon the vehicle, Gromsnok took a moment to look over whoever drove the thing there. With some luck, he might even remember the lad long enough to reward him for the pick-up later.<br/><br/>"Alright lad, drive this 'fing to da fightin. I'z wantin to krump some o' dem pinkskinz!" Gromsnok loudly shouted at the driver. He had no idea who the ork was, and he didn't care. What he did care for, was the sights and sounds of a good fight going on nearby.