Drakador_Chaos
"Golm, you're with me. Grab your gear!"
Grisha looks at the other orcs who are still awake, trying to choose the best one left.
"Garl, the same for you. Grab your gear!"
Garl Ironfist looks up from his chair.
"Yes captain, what sorts of things should I take with me?"
"Some weapons, just in case things go wrong."
Grisha clearly doesn't like what is going on now, he would have rather not needed the help of these strangers, but there is no turning back now.
"Noruk, if they attack our ship while we are gone, you are in charge and get the shrakh out of here, is that clear?"
"As clear as water, boss."
"Good."
Grisha grabs his spear and walks towards the airlock.