Another sleepless night for the Mage... There were many as of late. With the Clan having grown - it was often a lonely midnight that Maube would be sitting looking over maps and charts. As always - her Second - Verissi pointed to a smudge that looked remarkably like an Orc's greasy fingerprint.
"We've had 5 complaints this week alone about the stench coming from that tent. Either we have to trench off Uglutz' living quarters - or move these tents to the other side of the camp. Already we are exceeding the land Thrall granted us."
Maube sighed and rubbed her temples - leaving a smudge of dark ink on the wax preserved skin. "Uglutz... Damn Orc... never knew anything LIVING could have a smell so pungent. Even us Forsaken do not smell so foul in our last stages of decomposition..." She shook her head sighing. "Well we have two options... pace out more land and petition the Warchief... or hire some Ogres to make a mound to hide that foul beast in."
A grin split her lips... Uglutz was a dear companion and a very fierce fighting companion - but his smell... was legendary. Verissi nodded and motioned to a section outside the western borders of the camp.
"I believe the Warchief knows of Uglutz... maybe we can ask for this land here," a long delicate finger traced the area, "Although it is awfully close to that Tower..."
Maube frowned and then shrugged, "The Warlocks are used to foul smelling magiks... I dont think they would notice..." Glowing orbs turned out of her tent - focusing on the dark tall object that was revered by so many Crushers... Volonazra's Tower. A flicker of light caught her eye and she grinned. Her dreams - albeit few showed rituals and sigils to use to reopen the Dark Portal. She would have to talk with the Warlock Council, maybe they could contact the old Warlock...