Yuck

"And where did this come from?"

Beleg had a stomach of iron and he was not easily deterred. He had eaten some pretty awful things in his long years. But this, strange, bubbling liquid... it smelt so bad. Not appetising at all.

continued from x The little orc pointed to a freshly dug grave, the deceased hadn't even been laid to rest yet and she was contemplating theft. "Orcs don't bury our dead, so usually we'd have eaten him by now and his stuff would be given to those closest to him.."

curufin pulls objects out of nowhere

“Arrowheads,” they’re sharp little things, made of steel with serrations along its edges. The design looks a bit unusual. “I don’t make these often, and I’m certain there are others who make much finer arrowheads than I, but can you imagine gifting your own brother someone else’s work? I wanted to try something new with the shape so it embeds deeper in its target.”

Skin

Here is the largest organ, seemingly unimportant and forgotten in favour of larger meatier cuts of flesh, but it is living and breathing but wholly on the outside. You feel everything so much all the time. You wear everything on the outside, nothing about you is restrained or held back, authentic and truthful, even to a fault, even revealing all the ugly parts you can’t cover. The blows and injuries you take cannot be hidden, so be cautious. Always remember scars do not heal, they can only fade.

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