"Oh I don't wanna sheer the sheep today papa, its Sunday." he said groggily. "Ethel? Sonia?" He said as he rubbed his eyes, "You know better than to wake a sleeping orc."
"Shut it you harmless old man." Sonia chuckled, "Ethel.....and myself had a little talk this morning." She took of the ring he had given her. "You aren't done here." she said, "Not by a long shot, you were the matador Modok, the most legendary Orc to wield a blade since, ever, is this where you want to be? Huh? Rotting away in some inn, fucking whores and drinking all day? Ethel! Tell him what you told me."