It was a grueling day on the road. The sun seemed to have it out for the 5 adventurers, burning its rays down onto the already tired, sweaty bodies. Among these 5 was Rhogzok, who while walking, was hunched over with a small handmade paintbrush and a small, wooden animal that he had carved the previous night from some of the leftover firewood. Every so often, Rhogzok would reach down to his tool belt to dip the paintbrush back into one of the many paint cups attached to the belt.

Rhogzok had overheard traveling companions sharing their favorite animal with the other party members, so Rhogzok knew that the next course of action was to gift them with their favorite thing, carved by his hands. After a few moments of silent walking, Retch leans over to the much bigger figure, grinning proudly. "Oi, orc! You see my form last night when I was throwing them axes?" He bragged, his Scottish accent thick and present in his voice. "I guarantee that I could take on one of yer kind, aye?"