"I'll need some light to see by, even if a Slip's eyes are sharper than a human's." he whispers.
Ruark:
A small crackling fire sits in front of an upturned crate. Three giggling goblins stand around the makeshift table, bone dice clattering on the rotten wood. A scuffle breaks out with a shriek between two while the third points and giggles louder. They are wearing leather armor, dirty but somewhat well kept and each carrying two broken dog slicers.
Krump twitches idly, the orc felt like he'd been standing here tensed for a brawl for weeks already. A stiff breeze would be enough to merit an explosion of violence at this point.