Merry Christmas!

“Master Sorgulg was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tog, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good an orc, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world of Golarion.”

“Some orcs laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some orcs did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes and point up their tusks in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.”

“… and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep the Yule well, if any orc alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!”