The following morning after J’orj’s eventual night full of humie stories and venison, he received an invitation from his fellow travellers to join them on their bear hunt. They had talked up quite the cocksure story of their martial prowess and maid claims about the size of the animal they were hunting that made it sound like quite the menacing beast.
	Just as the sun was about to reach its peak they reached the den of this so called “monstrous creature”. Assured by his new comrades that they would be more than capable of handling this (which he had no trouble believing because of his partial ineptitude with this common tongue), he decided to sit back and watch them work. Mere minutes after entering the den, all five of them came sprinting out, eyes wide with terror and full of the realization that their tall tales unfortunately hadn’t propelled their skill as far as their name.
	Behind them came their target, a single, half grown, black bear. J’orj charged forward and hit it square across the top of its head with his greataxe, splitting its skull and killing it instantly. Realizing that they had been saved, the newly met travelers rejoiced and thanked J’orj profusely for his heroic efforts.
	Once again proving himself the only useful traveller here, he carried the remainder of the cleaned bear back to town for the group. After parting ways with his slightly less than useful companions, J’orj was confronted by a man who he thought had quite a silly hat on. After the man asked him a strange question about a stone to which he replied “rock is rock, I dunno why you looking so hard for one” he wandered around town for a little while. He was then told by a more jovial and slightly older man that there was something very important he needed to be aware of and that he should come with him at once. Surprised by the sincerity in his voice J’orj followed at once and soon came to realize he was being taken to the mayor’s estate and that the man leading him there was indeed the mayor himself.