Shirley, the official seatholder within the UTR for the Great Northern Army and Gang of the Uf Mag’og, and Tusk, her “translator”, walk through the tree root system that connects all the tribal councils to each other.
They also brought with them the Brezan formerly known is Druggzy. His name is now Or’al. Shirley named him. He didn’t like it. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter, because he would no longer be a part of the gang. The Gang had spent the last few weeks training him on Brezan knowledge. At first he was happy with the information, not being picked on for being a “runt”, but then he realized it was because he was being kicked out. Sure, Urog said it wasn’t calling it ‘being kicked out’. No, he said it was “joining the tribal council as teacher.” What a load of Yaldol’s crap, thought Or’al. Tusk made him feel better about, even though Shirley grabbed him by the scruff of his neck through the tree portal. Tusk told him that he won’t be considered a runt anymore, and that people would respect him as an Auf’Olgog in a way that they didn’t as the weakest gangmember. Tusk was nice, he thought, as they entered the chamber.
It was a strange experience for them all. Urog had sent them with a simple task, find out what everyone else is doing and deliver the Auf’Olgog.
They enter the chamber, calmly, and request an audience with the rest of the council. Or’al didn’t know what to do with himself, and fidgeted while Shirley and Tusk stood calmly. It took every ounce of patience that Shirley didn’t have not to knock Druggzy out while they waited for the rest of the council members to arrive.