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Orcs! They were everywhere! Symestreem watched in horror as they scattered all over the party grounds, causing instant mayhem. Some were headed this way. She shot to her feet, along with everyone else in the vicinity, but the orcs were impossibly fast. She was broadsided by an orc who was stumbling drunkenly around, and dropped her pizza. As she went to pick it up (hey, the ground's clean, right?) her hand and the pizza were covered in orc snot. She was too busy trying to get it off to notice the subsequent disappearance of the pizza.
The orcs were accosting her friends, too. One was swinging another by the feet at Kitanna, but it was the drunk- no, he was blind- one, and she easily dodged him. An orc with a whip was circling Arestevana and another one, who seemed to have dust in his eye, was watching her.
We'll just see about that, she thought. Orcs were all well and good at the party as long as they behaved like everyone else...
She carefully placed her beloved fiddle out of harm's way, then grabbed a whole pizza from the table. Coming up alongside of the whip-orc, she tapped him on the shoulder. His eyes lit up at the sight of the pizza, but she took a step back. He followed her. She took another step back. Again, he followed her. Then her remembered Arestevana and looked back at her. Which should he do?
He tried both, and started waving the whip as he went after the pizza. Unfortunately, this led to him being entangled in the instrument and falling to the ground like a sack of rocks. Symestreem thoughtfully placed the pizza on top of him and went to bribe some more orcs. Eowyn Skywalker's pizza appeared to have several excellent uses.
She looked over at the cook in question. Oh, dear...
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