Janette nodded as she nervously nibbled on her lower Lip.

"Send her naked." Algra suggested, making Janette's eyes widen with horror at the thought. Algra smirked at her devilishly.

“Now there's an idea." He teased.

“Greeeeg!" Janette complained in the vain hope of being taken seriously.

“Alright, alright." He slipped his pants over his legs once again and found his t-shirt. "I'll go and ask if we can borrow a cloak or something to keep you decent. Wait, what did they do with your clothes when you got here?"

“The big orc burned them. Said I wouldn't need them anymore. He was pretty pissed off at Freddie and I caught some of it." Janette folded her arms across her shapely bosom and pouted prettily.

“Alright, I'll take care of it."

With that, Gregory wrapped his sweater around his waist as he had done before and slipped out of the tent. He returned a few minutes later with a long dark cloak and some small orcish sandals. Janette thanked him with a very grateful and very slow smouldering lip lock before trying on her new garments.

“What do you think?" She cast the cloak over her shoulders and spun about, letting the long dark material fall down to her feet. The sandals were slightly too large for her but they would suffice for the time being.

"I prefer you naked." Gregory replied with blunt honesty and a playfully lecherous grin

“Hmph! I think it looks nice. What do you think Algra?" Janette Looked over to the orc for backup.

“I Like you naked too." Algra grinned naughtily.

Janette suppressed a giggle at their reaction and instead she turned around, flipped her cloak aside and wiggled her bare bum at the pair of them. She then moved to grab her underwear and fixed them into place beneath the cloak. Algra wore a series of leather straps around her breasts that kept her modest whilst still displaying a great deal of her emerald curves. A fur sash was tied around her waist to keep her sex covered whilst hiding none of her long toned Legs. She also wore some sandals, though they fit better than Janette's.

The trio left the tent and their noses were met with the appealing smell of the cooking pot. It was obvious that whatever was in the pot had been built up around the remains of what was left over the previous night. They sat on a Large Log by the fire as one of the slaves poured their breakfast into clean bowls for them to take. Orcs weren't very big on the idea of knives and forks so they had to drink directly from the bowl. The food was nice enough despite the primitive techniques. A long sheet of metal gauze was placed over the pot to keep out anything unwanted from getting into their food.

Gregory was settled down and busying himself with filling his belly when a very large shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Bolut standing there with the human slave who had fed them the previous night stood beside the plump orc

“Bolut wishes to speak with you now, if that is acceptable." The old human asked.

Gregory hesitated a moment but then realised there was no time like the present and nodded. Algra grunted with annoyance at the inevitable delay to their impending fun at the stream. Bolut moved around to sit on the log opposite them and nodded to the human who removed a very old looking medallion from his robes and Lifted it to show Gregory.

“This is a gift from Bolut. It's a magical item usually favoured by diplomats. If you wear this medallion against the skin then you will understand any words spoken to you, no matter the Language, and your own words will be understood in kind." The old man explained.

Gregory looked upon the medallion as it spun in the breeze. If it did even half of what the man had said then it would be practically invaluable in his current situation since most orcs didn't appear to speak English, or whatever Language this world called English. Reaching out, he took the trinket and opened out the thin chain upon which it hung to settle it around his neck. He then stuffed the medallion down beneath the collar of his t-shirt to rest against his bare chest.

“So can you understand me now?" He wearily asked Bolut.

"Yes. Handy thing to have, is it not? Wizards make them for messengers in the human Lands. I thought you would find it useful." The corners of Bolut's wide mouth curved upwards around his large tusks.

“Thank you. Are you sure it's alright for me to have it? Isn't it expensive?" Gregory asked, lifting his hand to press the medallion against his skin curiously.

“Hal You bet your ass it's expensive." Bolut openly grinned.

“Well if it's too much you don't have to-" Gregory started to say before he was quickly interrupted.

“Nonsense! It is yours anyway, as is all that I have. You have no idea how much of a relief it is to know that I won't have to rebuild all this from the ground up again," Bolut remarked as he looked around his camp.