"Roar!" The happily fed Orcs let out satisfied roars. The sound drew out all the Orcs still remaining in the warehouse.
"What are they doing? Why did they run outside to make trouble?" a burly Orc from Outland asked curiously. He had snatched the most meat from the first batch of barbecue and eaten his fill, so he was now resting with his eyes closed in the best spot in the warehouse.
He gestured to an Orc beside him, one of his underlings who often ran errands for him or robbed other Orcs, earning a few leftover scraps in return.
The errand-running Orc quickly jumped up and ran outside to check the commotion. He immediately returned to report to his boss. "They rushed outside and are eating their fill at the barbecue stall across the street. There's a lot of grilled meat there, even more than what we had earlier." The errand-runner had only managed to get a few scraps from his boss's leftovers. He had never eaten his fill. Now he looked at his boss eagerly, hoping he would take him outside to eat his fill too.
"Come on! Let's join the fun too. I heard Thrall say that this city called Theramore is prosperous and well supplied, but he told us not to go outside and cause trouble. Could anyone possibly be stronger than us Orcs?" As he spoke, the burly Orc stood up, a fierce aura naturally rising from him.
With him leading the way, the remaining Orcs in the warehouse all ran out to look for meat. They were used to a life of eating plenty when there was meat and going hungry for days when there was none.
Using their physical advantage, they drove away the Orcs in front of one stall. Unfortunately, all the