(In the tongue of the Orcs)
Athgar held the arrow close to his eyes, examining the fletching. Satisfied with his work, he placed it with the others, picking up another shaft to begin the time-consuming process. He was interrupted by Kargen, who, seeing his friend at work, wandered over.
"I see you are keeping yourself busy," offered the Orc. "That is a fine batch of arrows."
"It"s the least I could do," replied Athgar, "after all the tribe has done for me. What are you up to?"
"Laruhk and I are thinking of going hunting later. Would you care to join us?"
"I don"t have my bow," said Athgar, "it was destroyed in the fire."
"A pity. You shall have to make another. I am sure we can get you the proper tools. Perhaps we could travel to Cragmore and trade for some. Your arrows would fetch a
