"One-Eye give me patience," Nbox grunted, turning on his heel; Apparently, that old man had been too drunk, or just too<em>old</em>to give him a decent answer. Fuming, the orc stomped back the way he came- He wasn't heading back to da old 'oomies' house, no. He'd ask the nearest 'oomie<em>where</em>a girl called Emily was...Failing that, Grummsh stomp it, he'd head for the most crowded place an' start askin! And if he didn't like the answers...He'd start asking...<em>Hard.</em>