Campfire Story
A group of greenskin trolls stood around a roaring fire. A large roast was suspended above the flames, clothing long-since singed off its body. One troll, Guze, sprinkled a blackish powder of some sort on top.
With a fading mohawk and beard, numerous gold body piercings and trophies from earlier battles was Zulagor, the senior troll and seldom disputed leader in the group. Grunting and clearing his throat, he began to speak.
"Okay boys, we be doing good, no?"
A rough chorus of agreement circled around.
"Ya, and we havin a message from Zul'jin, about da campaign."
At this, the trolls fell silent, partly out of reverence, partly curiosity.
"Now, I no gonna be sayin exactly where we goin next, in case dere be more elvey spies like dis one." Zulagor spoke, gesturing to the roast.
"But he gonna be delicious mon." spoke up Guze, poking at the roast, "Gonna cook him by momma's recipe."
"Ya, but we don know how many see us and sneak back to dere bases. I be tellin ya soon, before we be goin."
"After dinner?"
"Ya."
The trolls nodded their agreement. Guze cut a rope and dropped the roast on the ground, the group quickly descending into an uncivil fight for the meat. A few minutes and minor injuries later, the trolls were more relaxed, finishing off their meal.
"Guze?" asked one of the feasting warriors.
"Whatcha want?"
"I not be eatin at your mama's house anytime soon."
"Go cut ya tongue out Shagel, maybe the new one be havin' good taste."
At the other side of the encampment, a large, particularly lanky troll sat against a tree, one leg extended, chewing on an arm torn from the roast. His hair was wild and blue, descending spikily around his neck, ears, and long face. A heavy, two-bladed staff was plunged into the earth next to him, and a number of skulls, fresh but picked clean, hung from his belt. Seeing Zulagor approach, he spoke.
"Seriously mon, where be we going?"
"I tell ya Gujo, I can't say, I can't gonna say."
"Whateva... but does I get ta eats da pinkies?"
"Ya mon. Where we be goin, dere be loads a pinkies."
"Excellent..."