‘Now Binky, I is going to need you to — ow!’ The lanky orruk jumped back from whatever it was he was talking to. Hammahed couldn’t see it through the foliage, but the noises and context allowed him to work his finkin’ muscles and deduce that it was likely a troggoth. 

‘That is one propa idiot.’ Kolmurk crouched to Hammahed’s immediate left. He was patiently shushed by his boss.

‘There’s a good Binky. Ol’ Naz won’t hurt ya,’ their target continued.

Hammahed leaned silently to his left, n...