Once Baranor was done with his walk around the camp he found himself in, he came to a realization.
'I don't want to live in a dump like this!' Baranor thought to himself
Even though Baranor knew he couldn't be picky due to his situation, he still required the bare minimum of hygiene and comfort that a normal person would indulge in. With Baranor's resolve to live in a clean space he started to take action as soon as possible, at the top of the list of priorities was finding the one's who made the housing and weapons. Looking to his side Baranor asked "Fara'mir is their a designated builder or a blacksmith perhaps?"
"Not really boss, we usually leave it to the mean girls but their is the old heads who manage all of it."
Baranor looked at the ground lost in his thoughts as he started to think of more questions he decided it would be best to ask Fara'mir while they walked to the old orcs.
"Come Fara'mir" Baranor commanded
"Sure thing Boss!"
While walking to meet the orcs in question Baranor asked Fara'mir a number of questions including where they learned to make tents or how to make their own weapons, including who's job it was to take care of it all. Baranor got a few lack luster answers and a few eye openers, one of which included that the orcs and uruk's would usually do maintenance on their own weapons or if it was too far gone they would simply replace it with a rock embedded into a stick and sharpen it with whatever was available. Soon after asking Fara'mir all the questions still on Baranor's mind they arrived at their destination, a makeshift hut. Baranor didn't need to take the liberty of knocking so he just followed Fara'mir right in.
"Old man! The boss has a few questions!" Fara'mir said
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming youngin!" The orc in question said
When the orc saw Fara'mir with the new human lord he snickered before bowing, Baranor looking at him realized he has yet to dominate this orc but he also didn't have the necessary capacity for it. Baranor pondered what to do with this orc as he seemed slightly against the idea of having a human be the new leader of this camp.
'Should I just kill him?' Baranor thought to himself as he clearly didn't have any trust for any of the remaining orc's and uruk's not under his control. While debating on it for a few seconds he decided against it as this orc could provide a useful insight and also provided the camp with a few basic understandings of living conditions.
'Just because I'm sparing him doesn't mean ill let his slight insubordination slide!' Baranor thought to himself
"Do you think yourself of a higher position than Fara'mir here? My advisor, to not kneel before me means as much, and what was that snicker I heard escape from your mouth?" Baranor asked in a stern and cold voice
The orc bowing down suddenly felt a cold and murderous gaze fall over him as his body unconditionally started to shake, realizing the position he found himself in he instinctively kneeled as low as possible to the ground not daring to look up at the human lord. "I apologize my lord I simply didn't know what position was appropriate for me to take to greet you." The orc replied with a shaky voice. Baranor taking this sight as a affirmation of him crushing the orc's ego decided to withdrawal his bloodlust and aura and sat down at a nearby shoddy crafted wooden table. "Sit orc we have much to discuss." Baranor ordered, the orc in question followed his order immediately and rose to sit across from Baranor. "What is it you wish to know my lord" The orc said in a respectful tone.
"First off, your name." Baranor demanded
"It is Gal'ek, my lord!" The orc responded immediately
"Very well Gal'ek, for the first matter of business what do you know of living standards?" Baranor asked. "I'm not sure how my knowledge match's up to yours my liege but I can confidently say I know quite a lot!". The conversation started off with a wide range of topics from how the buildings were constructed to what they would use to relieve themselves. Gal'ek although merely an orc knew quite a lot compared to his peers but when compared to even the most common knowledge of Caradel, it seemed extremely barbaric. First of all the warriors who've proved themselves in battle got tents although they shared it with a few others it was at least something they could claim was theirs, however when it came to orcs who either never seen a battle or a juvenile's they seemed to just be stuffed into one larger tent where the care given was bare minimum as their culture was one of war and battle and those who were yet to prove themselves were useless.
As for the females if they were not those who helped with battles or in some rare cases partake in battles themselves, they more or less got stuffed into a den and provided the bare minimum to survive and breed and to help with chores around the camps and in very rare cases a uruk or a higher ranking orc would take a liking to one of them and betrothed them and would be allowed to live with said uruk. The reason for it being extremely rare was because most orcs and a good bit of uruk's didn't care for any connections either on a physical level or a intimate level, they simply enjoyed battle would mate and drink grog and that's how they would live their lives. As very few desired something more meaningful in their lives whether that be connections or a job of sorts, the reason for this could be their culture and nearly religious beliefs of battle or because of limited intelligence especially since most of them never learn anything aside from battle and the most basic of hygiene which is rarely followed.
Another fact that could play into it was that the average orc and uruk lifespan is relatively short due to their need of bloodshed even if it means fighting among themselves, even when the oldest recorded orc was nearly 200 years old before he was executed for the war crimes he committed. No matter the case Baranor simply knew orc's and uruk's were rather stupid unless they lived long lives and were either able to evolve into higher thinking beings or learn from other's. So Baranor was pretty surprised to learn one orc has some form of a brain, but he secretly thanked the gods their was one. Having spent quite a bit of time talking about the current state of the camp Baranor decided they needed to revamp everything and teach the orc's and uruk's of better hygiene and more sustainable ways of food. Although Baranor knew this would be difficult and would normally never work under normal circumstances he decided to go ahead with the plan anyways to better his army and if not the tiniest bit to satiate his own curiosity.
'Besides I have the ring' Baranor thought to himself
Before Baranor could even realize how much time went by he looked outside the hut to see the sun no longer high in the sky, so Baranor decided to wrap it up for the night and to get a goods night rest and to start the motions of his plans tomorrow. Baranor stood and walked out of the hut followed by Fara'mir, walking around Baranor witnessed multiple groups of orc's and uruk's enjoying themselves and a innumerable amount of fights breaking out. Before it got too serious though it would always be handled by a few of the orc's and uruk's patrolling as Lunamir himself ordered for their to be no casualties among the camp as ordering them not to fight at all would be way more difficult than it already was having a battalion of green skins under his command, as ordering them not to fight would be effectively fighting their instinct's at all times. The way Lunamir did this was simple all those who would be on watch at the time would break up the fights before they got too serious as forcing the orc's and uruk's to not accidently kill each other or to calm down would be just as much as a headache as telling them not to fight at all.
Once Baranor wrapped up his little late night walk he decided to head to bed for the night just to realize he had no clue where he would lay his head to rest tonight. Baranor turned to Fara'mir whom Baranor was talking to for the most part about the things he saw around the camp.
"Fara'mir is their a open hut somewhere?" Baranor asked
"Of course their is my liege! My own personal one." Fara'mir replied
'Oh, bother...' Baranor thought to himself as he realized he had been unconscious on a bed of a sweaty stinky uruk for a few days and would have to do it once more.