The Valnul chieftain, sits upon a largish chair and is slowly eating, trying to regain his strength from the deathly battle the night before. You can still see blood and gore splattered upon his grey cloak and chain armor. He looks up at the approach of his tribesman Drekhor. Garjin also notices a smaller uruk entering in behind him.

Morghana scrounches around onthe table top and luckily finds an unfinished meal, she grins and figures the former eater might be dead. This thought seems to make her shiver all over with a kind of terrible happiness. Drooling, she grabs up a hunk of something awful and begins to gnaw and grunt.

Morghana continues to grunt and eat, casting furtive glances around, she appears uneasy but also very curious. Without seeming to, she watches the obvious leader nearby and wonders if he might be who she seeks or knows of whom she seeks.

Garjin looks up and the skinny orc scrounging around on the tables for scraps. After the slaying of the murder Bilkec, Garjins mind thinks towards replacing the murdered Valnul. A rare grin crosses his rugged face, still swolen from the hammering of two days ago. He tosses a large scrap of meat onto the floor to see if the orc fetches it.

Morghana practically licking the table now for scraps, Morghana looks up as if searching for more food and opens her mouth in a foolish grin as she sees the leader tossing a huge scrap of meat on the floor. As the floor is as good as a table to her, she immediately leaps up and scrambles over to fetch it. However, she keeps an eye out for a kick should one be forth coming and scrables back near her table but sits on the floor greedily gnawing her treasure.

Garjin looks towards the young orc. A curious look crosses his face, as if he is thinking deeply. You see many deep thoughts flicker behind his eyes, as if trying to determine likely outcomes of longterm plans. Eventually with a satisfied grunt, his eyes focus and he returns to the here and now. He looks again at the skinny orc, and seeing no tribal marks upon it, yells to Sog behind the counter, "Snaga! Bring me more meat! Ale too!", the words followed closely behind with flecs of food and spittle from his mouth. Taking up the tankard of ale, he pours some of the amber liquid into his mouth, a trickle escaping the rotten teeth to dribble down his jerkin.

Morghana looks up as she finished her meat and watches her benefactor with a curious expression. She notices his face is swollen and hurt and she seems to get a idea. Tugging and muttering she seems to be talking to her necklace as if trying to decide what to say or do to carry out a dim plan that is forming in her mind. Finally, she gestures toward the leader with a piece of bone she has found and growls, "You..points to his face, you face", she grumbles and fiddles some with the necklace again as if listening to it almost, she finally seems to take courage again and finishes grunting, "You..face..hurt!".

A serving snaga quickly brings the requested try of meat after seeing the rank of the diner, and sets it down in front of Garjin. The plate is quickly followed by another takard of ale. The warrior orc then slides his half-empty plate to the other side of the table and picks up another bone covered in flesh which he brings to his mouth gnashing and tearing. Seeing the smaller orc not moving, Garjin speaks again while pointing to the plate, "You! Eat this, you need more meat on your bones! Else some light lover is gonna eat you for lunch!" The Chieftain then resumes his eating and watches the young one carefully.

Morghana blinks her beady but gleaming red eyes rapidly and can't seem to believe her good fortune. She jumps up quickly and tries to bow but tumbles over and falls with a grunt. However, being that she is so light she is quick on her feet and jumps up quickly to take advantage of the offer just made. Plopping down by the plate she greedily begins to eat but also being aware she is in the presence of someone important she almost seems to try to be more gracious in a orcish kind of way. She even pulls some of her long red hair from her face and watches the Chieftain with some kind of awe. At his mention of a light lover she hisses and mutters, "Light lover, Morghana wishes she had them here, we see who would eat what!." Thinking she has made some kind of joke, she cackles horribly and continues to stuff her mouth and suck on the good juices of the bones.

The injured -Hai tries not to smile at the odd cackling of the young orc, nor at the image of this tiny thing eating an elf, but the corners of his mouth turn up slightly until the pain from his facial injuries stops his humor. Reminded of his life, his usual sour mood creeps back over him and out of pure menace he holds up the meat in his hand and turns to Sog, "Your maggot eating pile of elf dung! This is cold!"

[Sog(#2947)] Garjin gets Sog's attention and yells, "You piece of Drake dung! The only reason you got this job is 'cause your Grandmother is a prostutute to Nethkar!"

[Sog(#2947)] The other patrons of the feasting hall eye Garjin with wide eyed surprise and edge away from him...

[Sog(#2947)] Sog merely looks at Garjin, but a serving orc runs swiftly from the bar!

Morghana laughs so hard she chokes on her the last of her meat and grins evilly at Sog, taking great pleasure in the abuse the Chieftain is leleveling at him. After recovering from her coughing spell she notices the Chieftain has winced in pain and again her eyes grow cunning. She beats her rather ample chest shaking her necklace. She tries to sit up straighter and says, "Morghana, stops and pounds her chest me to show that is herself, "",to show that it is herself, "Morghana can fix pain, can fix face!." She rattles her necklace, "Bones from Mam of me, she great shaman healer, taught me." For a moment she seems to lose concentration and gazes at the necklace.

At the mention that this little one is of shamanistic blood, Garjins reappraises his tiny companion, now not so much pity as possibilities play in his mind. He looks towards the orcs and with a stern voice begins, "You are of a shaman's family snaga!? Of what tribe are you? I do not know you. Are you even of the Morian orcs?" His voice raises both in tempo and in volume and a the Chieftain stands, his meal still unfinished. "You are a shaman? Skai! And I gave you food!" He pauses just an instant before demanding in a loud voice, "I says! Of What Tribe Are You?" ne nearly shouts the last question at the tiny orc.

Morghana blinks rapidly and her gaping mouth falls open, exposing her young sharp fangs. She seems to take several breaths to reply and yet nothing comes out but sharp gasps and mutters. She stands up slowly holding the necklace out between her and the now angry sounding chieftain and backs up, sputtering and finally you make out that she is saying, "Morghana not shaman, Mam was, Morghana watch, learns, want learn more, be Shaman sometime, help great Chieftain." She decides she better ingratiate herself and bows low and manages to keep from falling this time.

Garjin stops his rampage but walks around the table and leers down upon the tiny figure. With a quiet voice, filled with venom he asks in a very slow, and harshly whispered voice, "I asked you what tribe you belong to!" Spittle and food flying out with every word and then his rancid breath spills forth from between his rotten yellow teeth and washes over the fearful snaga.

Morghana shakes but manages to raise her head to look up at her superior but also she seems to also be looking for a way out. Again she clutches the necklace and whispers to it. She whispers, "Mam, Morghana need help." Backing up slightly she realizes she better talk soon but she is also quite afraid of the towering Chieftain.

Garjin quickly picks up the smaller snaga and first begins looking for marks around it's skinny neck. Seeing none, he grabs one of the red haired arms and examines it, then the other. Still finding no marks he reaches up to strip the creatures shirt to search for identifying marks, but stops suddenly, looking at the creatures chest. A quizzical look crosses the Chieftains eyes, then a long bellow suddenly erupts from the creature, turning into a brief fit of laughter at the situation. He then looks to the creature with a kinder eye, "You are a she-snaga! Skai, but you are so skinny and I thought you just weak. Har, I see that you have no marks and.." Garjin sniffs the air briefly, "you are not Morian me thinks. Either you are a spy or as yet unchosen by the tribes. In either case, you will now come with me." He reaches down and grabs the shoulder of the tiny she-snaga and guides her out of the hall, and down to the Valnul warrens in the bowels of Moria.

Morghana grunts and wiggles in the huge Chieftain's grasp but she seems to be muttering some explanation but it is incomprehensible at the moment. She decides not to try to fight or get away at the moment as she is pretty much lost. Finally she almost goes limp and holds on to her necklace moaning now for her Mam.