On one of the bridges connecting the cliffs of Tryan Gully, Kefka runs into Throk. A wolf cub runs up to the ranger, sitting happily by his foot. "It's nice to see you Oddr. Are you enjoying your walk?" He looks to the orc. "I've got some carrots for you. Fresh from my garden." He holds a basket up for the orc to see. Throk smirks and whistles for his pet to come back to him. The wolf's ears perk up before he trots back to his master.
"I'm guessing you aren't just here to give me gulrøtter. I'll take them of course, they'll go great with tonight's roast, but..." he points to the paper Kefka was holding. "Det er hva du er her for ja? I got a similar flier a few days ago, but it's more of a schedule and layout than an advertisement. Yes, it's happening this year. I've already told the council about it. They approved it because it's a huge step in improving relations between orcs and the rest of the world. We do have the problem of who will run the tavern and take care of Zarguth's sheep for a week. We can't have Vartan do it because you're using his house."
Kefka folded the flier he was carrying and set it in the basket of carrots. "Zhubin might be able to handle the sheep, but he's also making deliveries for the shop while I'm gone. I doubt Sorrel would want to. I'm not sure if he can cook either." Throk leaned back on one foot.
"I've had some of his elven bread, but I don't think he'd like handling so many customers at once. Summer is also a busy time for him. Making new shoes for the centaurs, repairing farm equipment, helping improve infrastructure, how he does it all without wearing himself out I don't know. I thought elves not needing sleep was just a stereotype, but I've never seen that man tired." Kefka looks to the sky. "Really? He always sounds a little tired to me. I used to think that's why he sounded so angry all the time. He just wanted to finish his work so he could go home and sleep or play with his cat." He looks back to Throk. "Wait, what's Zarguth going to do there? Argonia is one of the last places I'd expect her to set foot in." The orc kneeled on the ground and began petting his wolf cub.
"Security and answering questions about our history and culture. Who better to ward off hooligans than one of the most feared military commanders in Argonian history? It'll keep the guards off our asses to. That shitheel Grinda is probably quaking in his boots knowing the woman who broke his sword is coming." Kefka rolled his eyes.
"He's been dead for ten years. Nobody in his family joined the military after that because they hated Charmles so much. One of his kids lives in Baccarat now I think. He started making portable roulette wheels or something. Anyway, Zarguth is as good a source of orcish history as you can get. She lived through all of it."
"You know she'd kill you if she heard that right?" The two laughed.
Kefka handed the basket of carrots to Throk. "I'm sure we'll figure out something. Alvar can't cook, but he can at least give orders to the kitchen. I'll send a messenger hawk to my folks too. They'd probably want to try something." Throk carries the basket in one hand and begins examining carrots with the other.
"Why would they? The come to Orkutsk every year don't they? They get orc food there. Seeing Normund would be nice though. Just don't let your sister try to punch me again. Her kicks are good, but her fists are slow." The two laughed again before parting ways.
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