Orc had seen the river more then a few times, had trudged through it too. Some areas were deeper then others, and some parts moved faster then others.
But in the end it always just made him thirsty or made him want to use the bathroom.
He'd been crossing it this time, with no real destination in mind when he'd slipped and fallen. He lay half submerged as the water rushed around him and once he was sure his cooler wasn't floating away...decided he was too tired to keep moving and remained there. Like so many other boulders that split the stream.
Except this boulder wore pants and looked miserable.
Ripping the top off another bottle he poured the mixture into his gaping maw and felt the familiar cool thickness rushing over his tongue. This particular beer was a red ale, all he knew other then that was he liked it. Maybe some day he'd actually look into what the name of the beer meant.
The River
But in the end it always just made him thirsty or made him want to use the bathroom.
He'd been crossing it this time, with no real destination in mind when he'd slipped and fallen. He lay half submerged as the water rushed around him and once he was sure his cooler wasn't floating away...decided he was too tired to keep moving and remained there. Like so many other boulders that split the stream.
Except this boulder wore pants and looked miserable.
Ripping the top off another bottle he poured the mixture into his gaping maw and felt the familiar cool thickness rushing over his tongue. This particular beer was a red ale, all he knew other then that was he liked it. Maybe some day he'd actually look into what the name of the beer meant.