The ork nob listened to morskar's story somewhat silently."<span style="color: #008000">Ah, yes, wortbad's my name. Da hoomies brought me here after somehow succeedin' in defeatin a WAAAGH! I was jus' one of dem ork boyz like you.</span>Wortbad snorted loudly as he recalled the unpleasant memory of one of the few losses he experienced in his combat-filled past.<span style="color: #008000">"So den dey put me in a crate, I fink dey wanted dere painboyz ta chop me open and poke me insides for some reason. But den some hoomie lootas stoled da crate and broke me out."</span>A light chuckle escaped from the ork as he recalled the stroke of luck that had saved him from being chopped up on a dissection table.<span style="color: #008000">"Course' da homies didn't really want me around, so dey almost krumped me, but den dey decided to throw me into one of dem arenas 'ere in dis dump of a city. As you can see now, dey didn't have any gits in stock that could beat me.</span>The ork was now recalling the brutal pit fights with starry eyes, it had truly been great as long as it started. He then started laughing as he recalled the day of his escape<span style="color: #008000">"ya wouldn't believe how I escaped though. I jus' complained all de scraps were getting boring because da gits they pitted me against were complete panzies. so dey then gave me some proppa orky wargear and gave da other guys some of dem fancy flashguns dey call lasguns or somethin. It was still boring, so den I decided to challange all da hoomies dat had always been muckin about on da sidelines. Da stupid gitz all began ta ran away too. So den I just walked out ta look for somethin that actually knew how to do some proppa figthin."</span><br/><br/>As the ork told his story, another of da knife ears walked by Wortbad's newfound comrade. The ork nob saw the eldar softly but quite intently brushing against the ork's toughened hide. He was too embroiled in his own story to react right away , though he still remembered this detail when he had finished it.<span style="color: #008000">"Also, one of dem knife ears over dere brushed by you like he though he was 'arder den you or somethin'</span>Wortbad pointed one of his huge fingers towards the brightly clothed eldar now conversing with her kin.<span style="color: #008000">"Dat one in da flashy clothes. Are we gonna let dem panzies jus' mess with ya?</span>