Katapel gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, concubines, am I right?" she joked to Nerisa, although her heart didn't seem to be in it. "Alright, thanks for getting on board," she said to the three women, waving her hand as if they were all some kind of team of colleagues. "We'll stock up at the storehouse, then get moving."<br/><br/>The storehouse was the village's main depot of weapons, armour, food and other supplies, and had been since before the orcs arrived. Tonight, it was guarded by a single bored-looking orc, leaning on his axe outside the large doors, while slaves and young orcs scurried back and forth carrying things to the feast. "Gargan, hey, how are you doing?" said Katapel as she sauntered up to the doors. "You working tonight?"<br/><br/>"Ugh, don't remind me," said Gargan, kicking at the dirt. "Boss Mazok said somebody had to make sure the slaves didn't make off with all the goods. Typical that I have to miss the party." His eyes alighted on Sara and Lara. "But hey, you brought me some new friends to play with!" he said with a grin. "Why don't you two come here and... fuck, forget I said anything!" he hurriedly finished once he spotted the symbol on Sara's breast. "Go in and take whatever you need, okay, Kat? Just remember to log everything."<br/><br/>Katapel gave a girlish giggle and kissed Gargan's cheek, stroking his chest sensually. "Oh, sweetheart, you know how much I love writing things down. Keep up the good work."<br/><br/>Once they were inside the storehouse, Katapel spat on the floor. "I hate that guy. Thinks he's Abadar's gift to women. Right, here we are." She waved her hands at the rows of long-lasting food, and the various weapons and thick fur coats. "Get yourselves ready. I don't know how long we're going to be out there." She looked furtively at a large locked trunk against the back wall. "Give me a couple of weeks and I might be able to sneak some stuff out of the strongbox," she whispered. "I'm the only one who keeps proper records around here."