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Gublox happily strolled on into the restaurant with Dar'gul grouchily tagging along. After walking for God knows how long, the two decided (or rather, Gublox decided) that they should “stock up on energy” for the road ahead. Indeed there was some truth to that, but Gublox really wanted an excuse to pig out like he used to. Thankfully, the obese orc had been blessed with a sizable bag of gold to use at his discretion. He wasn't sure where it came from; it sort of popped up as the two were traveling. Not that Gublox cared either way. As long as he could fill his belly, he would welcome the gift. Finally locating who appeared to be the shopkeep of the establishment, he bellowed out a greeting to announce his presence.

“Hey there, shopkeep!” Gublox hallowed from a distance, getting the owner's attention. “What does an orc have to do to get some grub around here?!”

“Oh, why hello there, mate,” the shopkeep answered, accent coming in thick. “What can I do for ye?” As the shopkeep inquired the rotund orc, Gublox took his seat at a nearby table, his gut pressing deep into the polished wood. He grunted uncomfortably, but quickly ignored it and brought out his bag of gold with a smile.

“My friend and I have been traveling for ages! How about you give us a meal fit for two kings, eh?!” Dar'gul shot an incredulous look at his round acquaintance. Was he serious? A meal fit for two kings?! And what was his definition of “fit for a king”? These questions kept popping up in his head as Gublox took a handful of gold coins and exchanged them with the shopkeep to complete the transaction. Gublox quickly turned back to his seat, shifting quite a bit to find any semblance of comfort.

“Bah!” Gublox grunted irritably. “They always make these seats too tight. It's like they don't think big people exist.”

“Maybe you should consider cutting back a bit?” Dar'gul casually tossed, still feeling irritated at his fellow orc’s lackadaisical outlook on life.

“That's priceless coming from you!” Gublox countered, smacking Dar'gul in the back once again and making the latter wince in pain. His back was still stinging from the last one. “Besides, this place’s got a good atmosphere! Perfect for a couple of belly busters like us, eh?” Ignoring that last comment, Dar'gul had to admit that he had a point. The restaurant was filled with the cheers of patrons enjoying their meals with friends, tales of harrowing exploits, and the distinct smell of meat and ale. It would have been easy for one to get lost in aura of this place and succumb to their baser urges. Dar'gul reasoned that it was probably why Gublox was so ludicrously massive for an orc. It was the one thing about him he couldn't get over. To say nothing of his monstrous appetite.

Speaking of which, within minutes, Gublox's order had arrived and neither orc could believe their eyes. The spread was impressive! Three plates for differing meats, glazed in either honey or fruit juices, a pan of cheesy casserole, freshly steamed vegetables, and what appeared to be a gallon of ale sat before the two of them. With a cheer of appreciation, Gublox quickly went to town on his share, keeping in mind to save some for Dar'gul. Dar'gul was tempted to just not have anything let him finish the meal off, but a swift kick from his orclings told him that he had to eat something. Reluctantly surrendering, he grabbed himself a plate and got himself a few slices of ham, some carrots and broccoli, and a sizable spoonful of casserole. He took a few bites of meat and was surprised to see how good it tasted. In fact, it tasted heavenly! He didn't care much for vegetables, but he found them just as tasty. The same went for the casserole, the cheesy taste tickling his taste buds ever so slightly. After a good few moments, he polished off his plate and attended to a cup of water that he had silently ordered moments ago. Now finished, his gaze turned towards his fat orc companion.

And by the gods, he could eat! Gublox shoveled article after article of food into his overeager maw, savouring the taste and taking satisfaction in the feeling of ingesting food once again. Gublox always felt the happiest whenever he ate. It reminded him of the days when he gathered around with his clan for any particular occasion. In the Ttubbutt Clan, meals weren't just a means to fill one's belly; they were an opportunity to commune with fellow clanmates and reconnect. Allowing the years (and pounds) to mentally melt away as he ate, he recalled the songs and dances of his clan as they gathered for their joyous feasts. He remembered always eating his fill and then some as his clan constantly encouraged him to eat more and more. And being the proud glutton that he was, he would happily oblige. During most feasts, once he ate his fill he retreated to his living quarters to rest and digest until the morning. However, on some occasions he would stay longer and happily act as a drum for the songs and dances of his clan. His belly would be so round, packed, and firm that beating against it would actually produce a sound that was the mixture of a gong and a tight bag of water. It quickly became popular amongst the clan, earning him the nickname “Belly Drum” and having his clanmates ask him to attend gathering whenever music was involved. In those latter instances, he acted as the drum for the musicians of his clan, beating along happily to their songs. Naturally, he was compensated for his talents. Gublox suddenly found the years piling back on as he was brought back to the present by a monstrous belch that alerted the surrounding patrons. After a few seconds of embarrassment, Gublox happily laughed it off with a proud smack to his belly.

“Damn, you're meals are almost as good as the one's back home!” Gublox cheered boastfully. “How about another round?!” Dar'gul took a double take at that. He had been watching Gublox glut away for the past several minutes and wasn't surprised to see that he had eaten all that he had ordered. And given how gluttonous he was, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he would demand more. But Dar'gul still found it ridiculous, since it was in such contrast to how he thought an orc should behave. As Dar'gul watched Gublox chow down once again, his thoughts drifted to his own years living amongst his tribe. He can remember very vividly the words of both his father and his chieftain…

“We orcs are warriors, and as warriors we live and die by the blade!”

Those words rang true for Dar'gul, who trained himself day in and day out to become a proud warrior. He would willingly stay behind on the training grounds to get in a few more hours of training. He would even train during times where he should be relaxing. Not to say that he didn't know how to relax, but he was always a man of action. That was probably the reason why he couldn't fathom Gublox's gluttonous behaviour. He couldn't see how a man who so willingly gave into his vices could be deemed fit to be called a warrior. But he had to have some kind of fighting ability, right? There is no way he could have lived this long without it, especially in this cruel world. Dar'gul was brought back to reality by another hard smack to his back, curtosey of Gublox once again.

“GRRAAAH!!!” Dar'gul yelled, feeling his nerves light on fire once again. “Bloody hell!! What the devil was THAT for?!”

“Ya haven't eaten much, ‘Gul!” Gublox replied, referring to Dar'gul by the second half of his name. “You gotta be starving, right?!”

“I’ve already eaten my fill,” Dar'gul answered flatly, noting how bloated and squished Gublox was looking in his seat. “I'm just waiting to see if we need to find a ram to haul you out of here.” Gublox responded with a jolly laugh, not noticing the obvious sarcasm in Dar'gul’s voice.

“That gut of yours tells me you can eat more than one plate!” Gublox reasoned, hefting the bit of fat that wasn't spilling onto the table. “Besides, you gotta let loose every once in a while, right?”

“Does that mean stuffing yourself until you can't move?”

“Maybe,” Gublox paused, realizing the opportunity in front of him. “But if you have the strength to carry me out, I might let ya play with my Belly Drum!” Dar'gul quickly put on an expression that read “WHAT?!” Belly Drum?! What the devil was he talking about?! He knew he would regret it, but he had to ask.

“What sort of nonsense are you spouting?!” Dar'gul inquired. “I demand an explanation!” Gublox gave his trademarked food-filled smile and slowly wormed his way out of his seat and in front of the table. He then threw himself on the ground, belly jutting high into the air, demonstrating how comically bloated it looked.

“Hey, is there a musician around here?!” Gublox asked, which was answered by a thin young man with what appeared to be a sitar walking towards the two. “Give me a song!” Nodding meekly, the young man played a tune on his sitar for the obese orc. Finding the rhythm quickly, Gublox joined along by beating his belly like a drum, a low “GLONG” sounding off from the impact. Within a minute, the two were dancing along to the melody of their song and soon several other patrons started joining in.

Dar'gul sat there in disbelief. What the hell was he witnessing? An orc whose belly doubled as a drum? The thought was enough to make his skin crawl, to say nothing of actually watching Gublox’s belly jiggle with each beat. How could an orc find any joy in their own hedonism? Surely he was just an outlier of his clan, right? A fool that made the other members look good. That's what Dar'gul wanted to believe. He couldn't fathom an entire clan behaving like Gublox. He momentarily allowed himself to entertain the thought and immediately regretted it. He actually found himself gagging at the thought multiple rotund orcs beating their gullets in song. He hoped that it was just Gublox who allowed himself to let himself go like this, because otherwise he would go insane by proximity. He sat there in the restaurant, seemingly alone, as a thought crossed through his mind.

“Ye gods, I traded my people for this…”

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Gublox happily strolled on into the restaurant with Dar'gul grouchily tagging along. After walking for God knows how long, the two decided (or rather, Gublox decided) that they should “stock up on energy” for the road ahead. Indeed there was some truth to that, but Gublox really wanted an excuse to pig out like he used to. Thankfully, the obese orc had been blessed with a sizable bag of gold to use at his discretion. He wasn't sure where it came from; it sort of popped up as the two were traveling. Not that Gublox cared either way. As long as he could fill his belly, he would welcome the gift. Finally locating who appeared to be the shopkeep of the establishment, he bellowed out a greeting to announce his presence.

“Hey there, shopkeep!” Gublox hallowed from a distance, getting the owner's attention. “What does an orc have to do to get some grub around here?!”

“Oh, why hello there, mate,” the shopkeep answered, accent coming in thick. “What can I do for ye?” As the shopkeep inquired the rotund orc, Gublox took his seat at a nearby table, his gut pressing deep into the polished wood. He grunted uncomfortably, but quickly ignored it and brought out his bag of gold with a smile.

“My friend and I have been traveling for ages! How about you give us a meal fit for two kings, eh?!” Dar'gul shot an incredulous look at his round acquaintance. Was he serious? A meal fit for two kings?! And what was his definition of “fit for a king”? These questions kept popping up in his head as Gublox took a handful of gold coins and exchanged them with the shopkeep to complete the transaction. Gublox quickly turned back to his seat, shifting quite a bit to find any semblance of comfort.

“Bah!” Gublox grunted irritably. “They always make these seats too tight. It's like they don't think big people exist.”

“Maybe you should consider cutting back a bit?” Dar'gul casually tossed, still feeling irritated at his fellow orc’s lackadaisical outlook on life.

“That's priceless coming from you!” Gublox countered, smacking Dar'gul in the back once again and making the latter wince in pain. His back was still stinging from the last one. “Besides, this place’s got a good atmosphere! Perfect for a couple of belly busters like us, eh?” Ignoring that last comment, Dar'gul had to admit that he had a point. The restaurant was filled with the cheers of patrons enjoying their meals with friends, tales of harrowing exploits, and the distinct smell of meat and ale. It would have been easy for one to get lost in aura of this place and succumb to their baser urges. Dar'gul reasoned that it was probably why Gublox was so ludicrously massive for an orc. It was the one thing about him he couldn't get over. To say nothing of his monstrous appetite.

Speaking of which, within minutes, Gublox's order had arrived and neither orc could believe their eyes. The spread was impressive! Three plates for differing meats, glazed in either honey or fruit juices, a pan of cheesy casserole, freshly steamed vegetables, and what appeared to be a gallon of ale sat before the two of them. With a cheer of appreciation, Gublox quickly went to town on his share, keeping in mind to save some for Dar'gul. Dar'gul was tempted to just not have anything let him finish the meal off, but a swift kick from his orclings told him that he had to eat something. Reluctantly surrendering, he grabbed himself a plate and got himself a few slices of ham, some carrots and broccoli, and a sizable spoonful of casserole. He took a few bites of meat and was surprised to see how good it tasted. In fact, it tasted heavenly! He didn't care much for vegetables, but he found them just as tasty. The same went for the casserole, the cheesy taste tickling his taste buds ever so slightly. After a good few moments, he polished off his plate and attended to a cup of water that he had silently ordered moments ago. Now finished, his gaze turned towards his fat orc companion.

And by the gods, he could eat! Gublox shoveled article after article of food into his overeager maw, savouring the taste and taking satisfaction in the feeling of ingesting food once again. Gublox always felt the happiest whenever he ate. It reminded him of the days when he gathered around with his clan for any particular occasion. In the Ttubbutt Clan, meals weren't just a means to fill one's belly; they were an opportunity to commune with fellow clanmates and reconnect. Allowing the years (and pounds) to mentally melt away as he ate, he recalled the songs and dances of his clan as they gathered for their joyous feasts. He remembered always eating his fill and then some as his clan constantly encouraged him to eat more and more. And being the proud glutton that he was, he would happily oblige. During most feasts, once he ate his fill he retreated to his living quarters to rest and digest until the morning. However, on some occasions he would stay longer and happily act as a drum for the songs and dances of his clan. His belly would be so round, packed, and firm that beating against it would actually produce a sound that was the mixture of a gong and a tight bag of water. It quickly became popular amongst the clan, earning him the nickname “Belly Drum” and having his clanmates ask him to attend gathering whenever music was involved. In those latter instances, he acted as the drum for the musicians of his clan, beating along happily to their songs. Naturally, he was compensated for his talents. Gublox suddenly found the years piling back on as he was brought back to the present by a monstrous belch that alerted the surrounding patrons. After a few seconds of embarrassment, Gublox happily laughed it off with a proud smack to his belly.

“Damn, you're meals are almost as good as the one's back home!” Gublox cheered boastfully. “How about another round?!” Dar'gul took a double take at that. He had been watching Gublox glut away for the past several minutes and wasn't surprised to see that he had eaten all that he had ordered. And given how gluttonous he was, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he would demand more. But Dar'gul still found it ridiculous, since it was in such contrast to how he thought an orc should behave. As Dar'gul watched Gublox chow down once again, his thoughts drifted to his own years living amongst his tribe. He can remember very vividly the words of both his father and his chieftain…

“We orcs are warriors, and as warriors we live and die by the blade!”

Those words rang true for Dar'gul, who trained himself day in and day out to become a proud warrior. He would willingly stay behind on the training grounds to get in a few more hours of training. He would even train during times where he should be relaxing. Not to say that he didn't know how to relax, but he was always a man of action. That was probably the reason why he couldn't fathom Gublox's gluttonous behaviour. He couldn't see how a man who so willingly gave into his vices could be deemed fit to be called a warrior. But he had to have some kind of fighting ability, right? There is no way he could have lived this long without it, especially in this cruel world. Dar'gul was brought back to reality by another hard smack to his back, curtosey of Gublox once again.

“GRRAAAH!!!” Dar'gul yelled, feeling his nerves light on fire once again. “Bloody hell!! What the devil was THAT for?!”

“Ya haven't eaten much, ‘Gul!” Gublox replied, referring to Dar'gul by the second half of his name. “You gotta be starving, right?!”

“I’ve already eaten my fill,” Dar'gul answered flatly, noting how bloated and squished Gublox was looking in his seat. “I'm just waiting to see if we need to find a ram to haul you out of here.” Gublox responded with a jolly laugh, not noticing the obvious sarcasm in Dar'gul’s voice.

“That gut of yours tells me you can eat more than one plate!” Gublox reasoned, hefting the bit of fat that wasn't spilling onto the table. “Besides, you gotta let loose every once in a while, right?”

“Does that mean stuffing yourself until you can't move?”

“Maybe,” Gublox paused, realizing the opportunity in front of him. “But if you have the strength to carry me out, I might let ya play with my Belly Drum!” Dar'gul quickly put on an expression that read “WHAT?!” Belly Drum?! What the devil was he talking about?! He knew he would regret it, but he had to ask.

“What sort of nonsense are you spouting?!” Dar'gul inquired. “I demand an explanation!” Gublox gave his trademarked food-filled smile and slowly wormed his way out of his seat and in front of the table. He then threw himself on the ground, belly jutting high into the air, demonstrating how comically bloated it looked.

“Hey, is there a musician around here?!” Gublox asked, which was answered by a thin young man with what appeared to be a sitar walking towards the two. “Give me a song!” Nodding meekly, the young man played a tune on his sitar for the obese orc. Finding the rhythm quickly, Gublox joined along by beating his belly like a drum, a low “GLONG” sounding off from the impact. Within a minute, the two were dancing along to the melody of their song and soon several other patrons started joining in.

Dar'gul sat there in disbelief. What the hell was he witnessing? An orc whose belly doubled as a drum? The thought was enough to make his skin crawl, to say nothing of actually watching Gublox’s belly jiggle with each beat. How could an orc find any joy in their own hedonism? Surely he was just an outlier of his clan, right? A fool that made the other members look good. That's what Dar'gul wanted to believe. He couldn't fathom an entire clan behaving like Gublox. He momentarily allowed himself to entertain the thought and immediately regretted it. He actually found himself gagging at the thought multiple rotund orcs beating their gullets in song. He hoped that it was just Gublox who allowed himself to let himself go like this, because otherwise he would go insane by proximity. He sat there in the restaurant, seemingly alone, as a thought crossed through his mind.

“Ye gods, I traded my people for this…”