An Orc's Journey

3. The First Adventure

In a quiet tavern in the town of Halfcastle three small Halflings sat at a corner booth to discuss farm life. There was a tension over the conversation.

"How's the recent grain shipment?" The tallest of the three asked.
"We stopped growing grain last year Grub" the widest grunted. "You'd know that if you ever fucking listened".
"What's your problem Farb? Got something to say?" Grub prodded the pudgy Halfling "Sales down again?" He sneered as he looked Farbs face drop.
"We all know that our crops our being ransacked by something. It's just you two are too scared to ask someone to do something or even bloody talk about it." The third leaned back and put up his feet as he spoke.
"And what are you doing about it? Huh Hak?" Grub stared accusing at the cocky young Halfling. "If you're so smart what are you doing about it boy? Sitting there on your high horse?"
"I'm not doing anything at the moment. But the first mercenary to come through that door is getting paid all of my crop yields this year to deal with the problem." Hak grabbed his drink and folded his arms, looking as smug as ever.
"Oh and how likely is that to fucking happen?" Farb snorted at the young Halfling.

Through snow, rain or thunder Dehaka marched in the same direction only stopping to sleep once every three days. He was absolutely sick of seeing Halflings. It was the first time he'd seen another race other than the occasional human wanting to purchase from the blacksmiths. But these creatures were the most annoying little lazy bastards in the collection. Most of them spent their time drinking and eating whilst the rest slave away trying to maintain their lifestyle for the economy. Even then they treated it like a competition to be the best of the worst, but at least these Halflings had some sense or morals.
Dehaka needed a drink. As useless as Halflings were they make amazing alcohol. He altered course and headed for the nearest tavern he could see on the ridiculously flat landscape.

"For all we know they could walk through the door right now." Hak slowly turned to the door and stared. As did the other two.
"Yeah. For all we know they could walk in right now and solve our problem." Grub said still staring at the door.

Dehaka pulled the door to the tavern off its hinges and put it down carefully. Before the barkeep could yell at him he threw a couple gold coins in his direction. "Evening Halfling. For the door and my drink." Even though Dehaka looked like a dumb blank Orc, he sat there and talked like a nobleman to the barkeeper. "So, any problems happened around here recently?"
"Well I don't have anything but those three have been staring at the back door for an a good thirty minutes waiting for something. So you may want to ask them." The barkeeper pointed at the men with his head who were all starting at the door mumbling.

Dehaka grabbed a chair and pulled it up at the table. The three still hadn't noticed him.
"Gentlemen!" Dehaka slammed his drink onto the table. "How can I help you?"
All three men snapped to see the monolith of a man sitting before them. All Hak could muster was "Giant messing with crop".
"Ah. A Giant, well which kind?" Dehaka asked downing his drink in front of them.
"A-a Troll" Grub sputtered.
"Well let's go find its cave then shall we?" Dehaka finished the other three men's drinks and stood up. "Come on. This Troll isn't going to kill itself is it."