Self Loathing

Back in the marshlands, the lizardmen were having a party. The cause for festivity was obvious. There were all sorts of native cuisine being served for the occasion. Most of these dishes were fish-based and the orcs were loving them.

"These are delicious!" Shel cried out munching happily on an entire fish. It had been cooked to perfection so Shel forgot her manners. Sharog was similarly enjoying the food but unlike Shel, she seemed much more refined. She ate the fish with her hands as was intended but in a surprisingly clean manner.

"This juice is great too!" Dakgu pitched in and said after letting out a satisfied sigh. The orc blood fruit juice and wine were exhausting to drink after the umpteenth time.

While the orcs enjoyed the food and drink from exotic fruits, the surviving lizardmen sat by the docks and told stories of their survival.