The servitor easily knew his way around the well planned, mapped, and monitored areas of the city, but the woods that covered much of Forasev were a very different beast. A chance encounter would bring the party of wounded Orks to face a duo. Around a rocky face, the sound of crumbling stone brought the quick snap of a shoota with veteran aim directly upon them.
“Who dat!” barked a gruff greenskin voice, a stormboy, by his dress, and most likely a deserter considering where he was standing.
“Its Studgrim. We got da Kaptain, too.”
And while those words may have drawn the bead from the greenskin head, it only redirected it to the servitor. “Why you gots a humie wit you?”