Shar'tok

After some days in the Vale Socio saw someone familiar in Grom'gol. It was the troll from Thousand Needles. He was standing outside the camp with his purple raptor and tiny, pocketsized cat. The troll had wooden voodoo mask covering his face, but Socio knew his voice and bright coloured tribal robe he was wearing. He was arguing with some orc, using very bad orcish. They yelled and waved hands around them or towards eachother. Socio saw the troll grabbing the hilt of his dagger few times, like wanting to pull it out and cut throat of the orc who waved and shouted in front of him.
Socio grabbed her backbag from the bonfire and pushed herself past of those two, grinning and slightly nodding for the troll, ignoring the orc completely. She didn't know how the troll answered to her, because of the mask, but at least he turned to look after Socio, while she disappeared to jungle.
Socio walked around, hunting tigers and panthers. Soon the troll appeared to her path in jungle. He pushed the mask above his head and smiled, while leaning to his heavy staff. "Socio.." he said, like tasting her name in his mouth. Trying to decide was she good or bad. Socio grinned again, and the troll smiled widely back to her. When she tried to push herself past the troll on the path, he and tiny silver tabby turned to join her walk.
Shar'tok Fer'Jaralun, that was the name of the troll. He seemed to be much more warm and friendly person that Socio tought after their meeting in Thousand Needles. He didn't talk much about his late past, but that was more than fine for Socio, since she didn't want to talk about Zul'Farrak either. Anyways she enjoyed listening his tales about Gurubashi trolls and the Vale. Great Emperor and his High Priests. Endless fights with dwarves and elves..
Eyes widened Socio listened, and when they finally reached Grom'gol again, it was already dark. Before Socio could say a word, Shar'tok bowed and rode to the dark jungle with his raptor.