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Orc Café Adventures — Chapter 2
The smell of bacon — previously known as “human bait” — wafted through the air at dawn. Delighted with his six slices, Rick spread the word about the orcs’ new venture. The wagon was retrofitted with a canopy and a small table in the shade, which they called the “food wagon.”
Bob sat at the table while the twins cooked the bacon. A growing line of imps stretched before him. Although he had lost count, he was proud of his new record: counting to twenty-five.
Steve eyed the accumulating gold in the chest cautiously, aware that it was more than they had ever obtained in a raid. He remained alert for potential robbers, knowing that robbing was what they would have done.
Bob noticed three unusually tall imps, their cloaks wrapped tightly around them. Bob stared at them. They were different. ‘Cloaks’ was a word that stuck out in Bob’s mind. The imps didn’t wear cloaks. Then, the word that wanted to occupy Bob’s mind the most struck him. Humans!
Bob waited until the cloaked figures were next in line, gripping his club for potential trouble. “A gold piece for three slices of bacon,” he said.
Steve eyed the humans cautiously but remained silent. He didn’t trust them and waited for Bob’s signal to attack. The plan had…
