"Is this your village?" asked Alric.
"No," answered Grim. "Orcs do not live in villages, not since the days of our ancestors. This is a hunting camp. We roam the area, setting up camps like this until we move on."
He led them toward a larger shelter. The open side of the lean-to was toward them, and there sat an Orc at a fire, poking it with a gnarled stick. His head rose at their approach, and then he stood, the stick becoming a staff.
"Greetings, strangers," the Orc said. "I am Andurak, shaman of this family."
Anna bowed, "Greetings Andurak. We are humbled by your presence."
The shaman waved his hands indicating that they should sit around the fire. They spread out, forming a circle around the flames, then plopped down on the ground. Another Orc brought out a bowl containing a milky
