“Um… I don’t think they’re broke, Algra.” Seeing that she was so upset by the thing, he quickly walked over to her, cing himself in the line of fire. There he crouched down to where sheid and she quickly sat up. “What’s wrong?”


    The orc had almost fallen into a rage but upon seeing the concern in Gregory’s eyes she forced herself to calm down. Jte looked wearily between them, not quite knowing what she might say or do.


    “Those my things in different time. I not fit for them.” She said.


    “Alright, alright. Well they’re not yours, they’re mine right?” He reached out to run his hands over her upper arms. His touch steadied her even as she shot him a very dark look.


    “Yes.” She didn’t seem too happy about it.


    “Well I want to keep them. I won’t open the chest. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. But I want to keep it, just in case you change your mind,” he said.


    “I won’t.” She was perfectly adamant.


    “Well then you don’t have to bother with it again. It’ll just stay in the corner and we won’t have to worry about it. Now, let’s get dressed and go eat something. Then you can take me and Jte to the stream and we can wash up.”


    The idea of bathing gave the orc a somewhat uncharacteristic excitement for such an act. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered much with such a thing but washing herself with Gregory usually involved several orgasms and so she had definitely changed her attitude on the matter. Her face brightened considerably at the prospect and she promptly ignored the chest and began to turn and crawl toward where she’d shed her small fur garments.


    “Greg?” Jte’s voice spoke up.


    “Yeah? Oh shit, you’ve only got your underwear haven’t you?”


    Jte nodded as she nervously nibbled on her lower lip.Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “Send her naked.” Algra suggested, making Jte’s eyes widen with horror at the thought. Algra smirked at her devilishly.


    “Now there’s an idea.” He teased.


    “Greeeeg!” Jteined in the vain hope of being taken seriously.


    “Alright, alright.” He slipped his pants over his legs once again and found his t-shirt. “I’ll go and ask if we can borrow a cloak or something to keep you decent. Wait, what did they do with your clothes when you got here?”


    “The big orc burned them. Said I wouldn’t need them anymore. He was pretty pissed off at Freddie and I caught some of it.” Jte folded her arms across her shapely bosom and pouted prettily.


    “Alright, I’ll take care of it.”


    With that, Gregory wrapped his sweater around his waist as he had done before and slipped out of the tent. He returned a few minutester with a long dark cloak and some small orcish sandals. Jte thanked him with a very grateful and very slow smouldering lip lock before trying on her new garments.


    “What do you think?” She cast the cloak over her shoulders and spun about, letting the long dark material fall down to her feet. The sandals were slightly toorge for her but they would suffice for the time being.


    “I prefer you naked.” Gregory replied with blunt honesty and a yfully lecherous grin.


    “Hmph! I think it looks nice. What do you think Algra?” Jte looked over to the orc for backup.


    “I like you naked too.” Algra grinned naughtily.


    Jte suppressed a giggle at their reaction and instead she turned around, flipped her cloak aside and wiggled her bare bum at the pair of them. She then moved to grab her underwear and fixed them into ce beneath the cloak. Algra wore a series of leather straps around her breasts that kept her modest whilst still disying a great deal of her emerald curves. A fur sash was tied around her waist to keep her sex covered whilst hiding none of her long toned legs. She also wore some sandals, though they fit better than Jte’s.


    The trio left the tent and their noses were met with the appealing smell of the cooking pot. It was obvious that whatever was in the pot had been built up around the remains of what was left over the previous night. They sat on arge log by the fire as one of the ves poured their breakfast into clean bowls for them to take. Orcs weren’t very big on the idea of knives and forks so they had to drink directly from the bowl. The food was nice enough despite the primitive techniques. A long sheet of metal gauze was ced over the pot to keep out anything unwanted from getting into their food.


    Gregory was settled down and busying himself with filling his belly when a veryrge shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Bolut standing there with the human ve who had fed them the previous night stood beside the plump orc.


    “Bolut wishes to speak with you now, if that is eptable.” The old human asked.


    Gregory hesitated a moment but then realised there was no time like the present and nodded. Algra grunted with annoyance at the inevitable dy to their impending fun at the stream. Bolut moved around to sit on the log opposite them and nodded to the human who removed a very old looking medallion from his robes and lifted it to show Gregory.


    “This is a gift from Bolut. It’s a magical item usually favoured by diplomats. If you wear this medallion against the skin then you will understand any words spoken to you, no matter thenguage, and your own words will be understood in kind.” The old man exined.


    Gregory looked upon the medallion as it spun in the breeze. If it did even half of what the man had said then it would be practically invaluable in his current situation since most orcs didn’t appear to speak English, or whatevernguage this world called English. Reaching out, he took the trinket and opened out the thin chain upon which it hung to settle it around his neck. He then stuffed the medallion down beneath the cor of his t-shirt to rest against his bare chest.


    “So can you understand me now?” He wearily asked Bolut.


    “Yes. Handy thing to have, is it not? Wizards make them for messengers in the humannds. I thought you would find it useful.” The corners of Bolut’s wide mouth curved upwards around hisrge tusks.


    “Thank you. Are you sure it’s alright for me to have it? Isn’t it expensive?” Gregory asked, lifting his hand to press the medallion against his skin curiously.


    “Ha! You bet your ass it’s expensive.” Bolut openly grinned.


    “Well if it’s too much you don’t have to-” Gregory started to say before he was quickly interrupted.


    “Nonsense! It is yours anyway, as is all that I have. You have no idea how much of a relief it is to know that I won’t have to rebuild all this from the ground up again,” Bolut remarked as he looked around his camp. “And now no one else will challenge me for fear of aggrieving Algra Strongblood.”


    Bolut nodded respectfully to Algra who returned the gesture in her usual abrupt fashion.


    “I’m sorry, are you sure you’re not speaking mynguage? I wouldn’t have thought that the orcish way of speaking would be so simr to mine. You even have the same word structures.” Gregory sensed that someone might be trying to make a fool of him.


    Bolut shook his head and turned to the old man who sat beside him.


    “That is not how it works.” The silvery haired ve informed Gregory with a patient look of wisdom. “The medallion uses what you have said in the same way a wizard would incant a spell. The words you speak be the magic and the magic finds the meaning of those words from your mind. When you speak the magic emanates from the medallion and gives the meaning of what you say to those who listen. It takes words from their minds and arranges them in yours to convey the meaning as best it can.”


    “That sounds insanelyplicated,” Gregory remarked.