Adam Grinned widely when he heard the clang of ax on shield. "Sounds like Bolggors playing company bugle boy again." he chuckled. Unlike most of the rest of the crew Adam didn't require sleep. So the Orcs "rude awakening" merely amused him.<br/><br/>"Guess I better go see what ugly wants now." He muttered as he put down his latest project and took of the multi-magnifier goggles from his head.<br/><br/>Stooping low so as not to smack his head against anymore doorways or lanterns Adam made his way from his workshop, set in the lower gundeck, to the deck. He smiled when he saw his friend and the instigator of all the commotion. "Hey Greenskin, What's all the ruckus. Can't hardly hear myself think. I shot that last navy bastard over an hour ago, so I know we cant be under attack again. So how bout you give it a rest with the clanging and just tells what is it that's got your chainmail in a scrunch, Bolggor?"