A large shadow enters the guild hall as does a strong odor of un-bathed, sweaty, blood soaked, wet Orc. The figure moves into the dancing light of the guild hall fire and bellows "BLOODSCREAM! I have completed your task and have brought a gift from each major field of battle.". He then ungracefully pulls an overstuffed bag wet with blood from his belt and hooks it upon the hearth to dry. Ashenfury then swells his chest and lets out a long hearty roar fit for battle and celebration alike.
Upon closer inspection of the bag you see hair poking out from above the drawstring. This bag must surely be filled with scalps.
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