Boruk frowned, surprised that there was still anyone in the GymClub at this late hour. However, the outstretched hand with a can glistening under the artificial lighting testified to the contrary.
With a deep noise mixing a grunt of strength and a heavy exhalation, the orc placed the barbell back on the metal rack. The weights clashed with a loud clatter that echoed in the almost empty room. His arms trembled slightly from the accumulated fatigue, but he still grabbed the can held out in front of him, his large hand almost entirely covering the object.
Without leaving his lying position, Boruk briefly observed the can: "Grow Juice..." his thick fingers brushing the cold metal surface, before straightening up carefully. The effort to sit up drew a groan from his lips, his muscles protesting against this additional movement after hours of hard work.
As he turned his head to identify his mysterious benefactor, he caught sight of Bugrol’s massive figure already walking away. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the GymClub floor, heading quickly towards the exit.
“Hey! Thanks for that!” Boruk called out in a deep voice, hoarse with effort, but tinged with sincerity. He waited a moment and Bugrol turned slightly, a smile on his lips, giving him a thumbs-up. The door opened with a dull creak, letting the orc pass before slowly closing behind him with a metallic click.
Boruk stood still for a moment, perplexed, the can still in his hand.
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This work will be available in the December package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of December.