There was the none-to-subtle crunching of plantlife under massive feet as Orc brute forced his way through the forest. A spear in one hand and a case of beer in his other, he had a bag slung over his shoulder bulging with what was left of his bounty from the cornucopia. That was not much really food wise...but it was more then nothing. He was saving that bottle of ranch dressing for a special occasion as strange as it sounded.

He was in a good buzzed state thanks to the beer but even that was dwindling to his last few cans and he would be sad to see it go. At least the capitol made good strong beer so he wouldn't need to drink the whole case to get buzzed.

Oblivious to anyone being nearby Orc was currently on the hunt for familiar faces. Howard in particular. After the last arena separated them he thought it would be the friendly thing to do to find his best friend and try to keep him out of trouble.

And so he lumbered on, over six feet of rock and drunken teenager.