Ghorbash and the Bonemold Armor.“Just put it on Ghorbash.”“Why? I’m fine just the way I am!”“Ghorbash.”Sigh.“Fine. Give me the stupid thing.”With a triumphant smile on my face I handed Ghorbash the Iron Hand the bonemold armour.He grabbed it, disappeared behind the rock I was leaning on and reappeared a few minutes later.“It feels stiff.” He complained almost instantly, rolling his joints back and forth in the rigid yellow plated armour.“It will do, it was forged recently.”“Hmph. I don’t see why I gotta wear it in the first place.” The orc muttered gruffly.“Becaus
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