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Unwanted guests. Fort Ghul-foot. Several weeks after the troll attack. Grukgat silently and carefully clambered over the sleeping warg, holding his breath to avoid waking it. The overpowering smell of sex and grog indicated that these Uruks had successfully raided someone and were most likely in self-induced food comas. Grukgat was still wary. Shagrat may be a more reasonable chieftain than most when it comes to snaga, but these uruks wouldn't hesitate to attack an intruder to their den, especially one they'd never met before. The only reason he dared come here in the first place was his sensitive nose. For the last few days, whenever he passed by the den, he had detected the unmistakably delicious aroma of man-flesh. Unfortunately, there were bodies all over the ground, and Grukgat had trouble distinguishing the sleeping uruks from the half-eaten bodies of their prey. Navigating the maze of half sleeping Uruk-Hai was always a challenge after a big, celebratory night. Sleeping pairs