Another day, another mission, attacking orcs in the back garden. Yes, some say its dangerous. We eat danger for breakfast and look forward to jeopardy for lunch.
Heading out to orcland where Rita, Vincent and me. We took care of the small rabble of orcs gathering in awe of us and were attacked by brute after brute after brute, we held fast, smashing, bashing and conking our way to gold, iron and fame.
We returned triumphant, Vincent and Rita insisted on carrying me on their shields back to the tavern for ale'o'clock. job done, orc dead, cove safe.