<strong>"Can I help you with your armor miss?"</strong>Kerra said as Lucille began to remove the heavy protection.  In truth donning and removing armor was always much easier with help.  Lucille as a knight had trained for countless hours in doing so by herself, but help always made the process much easier.<br/><br/><strong>"I can tell you about the camp, aye,"</strong>she said as she helped the paladin,<strong>"They got one leader, an older orc, an a bit fat too.  But strong, even though he may not look it.  Big gray beard, yellow tusks, clawed hands, big fat belly, sweaty if he has to move too much, but he beat up another orc once in front of us an didn't look like it was nothing.  All the orcs are big an strong, but kinda dim.  Especially when they start drinking.  They got wine an such that they plundered, but also this brew that tastes awful.  It tastes like rotting mushrooms, but even a single sip made my head spin.  They forced my mouth open and poured it down my throat miss.  When they did I started to feel all funny, almost like I was an orc m'self, dumb, you know?  I don't know how to explain it, but hopefully they drink enough of their grog today to make em slow an stupid, so they don't have to carry it back with them."</strong><br/><br/>She paused for a moment and gasped, and if Lucille prodded added,<strong>"Actually I hope they don't, cause whenever they drink their grog, it makes em..." </strong>she blushed for a moment and then said,<strong>"Well it makes em randier than a stallion near a mare in heat.  An me, my sister, an my mom already been on the receiving end of that." </strong>There was something more and when asked, Kerra sighed and admitted,<strong> "An when I had their grog in me, I admit, I didn't dislike it as much as I shoulda miss."</strong><br/><br/>She finished helping Lucille and said,<strong>"We should hurry now miss, can we move quick now?  We got a bit of ground to cover before we gotta be stealthy."</strong>