A quiet Orc enters a grove

*whistles* Pig!

*Pig kallomps to the side of Breaktusk.* Pig, we need to get pretty. *He says in Sylvan*

The Orc leads the boar to the stream and begins to wash the grime, mud, and filth from its hide. In the process the Orc beings praying to an oak leaf he carries. The process takes a few hours, the Orc and the boar emerge from the water clean and centered.

"Pig, we must be very quiet and respectful this is the place da Oak Father lives"

The Orc begins dressing in a soft woolen robe, he pats his hair down and looks over Pig. "Yes, we will do Pig" wearing nothing more than a backpack with his equipment inside and the soft woolen robe Breaktusk heads towards the grove.

He passes inside and for a long moment he just stands there staring. Tears begin to run down his face and he stumbles towards the giant Oak at the center of the grove. His footsteps gaining speed he throws himself at the tree sobbing. "Father, I am here."

The Orc falls asleep against the tree while Pig watches over him silently.