Chegg enters the tent, dully staring at the hag in front of him. His road had been long, and the wretched dampness of his surroundings contrasted with the harsh deserts of the youth. Everywhere he had gone had been harsh - he was an orc made by himself. Who was this hag to act pretentious with him? He barks a laugh, giving her dismissive words. "Mi am Chegg of Lur clan. Why should tell story to lat? Ztupid old hag." Chegg considered crushing her skull, but decided to indulge her, just this once. "Mi from the dezertz, zmall village. Mi waz the strongezt uruk there, need leave for klomp ztronger people." He squinted at the hag and decided she was not strong enough to satisfy this criteria. He turned and retreated from where he came. To the open road he went, looking to prove himself as a mighty warrior of Aevos - the Iron Horde his destination. He had heard tales that they were a great and warlike nation of orcs alike to himself.
