The orcs unceremoniously dragged you into the common house, in the center of the tribe's camp. You were thrown out of your sack and onto the floor, but the animal skins that lined the den cushioned your fall. No sooner had you looked around than your attention was caught by the orc leader sitting on his throne. The man seemed to be twice the size of the others from the beginning. Boldar arched an eyebrow skeptically as he looked at you. A coarse chuckle came out of his mouth.

"And this is what the little humans gave me as a token of peace? How amusing... Like it's gonna make me feel better."

He leaned in pulling you closer by the scruff of your rags. Lifting your face with his huge hand, the orc bared his fangs even more, smirking. Boldar had never received such trophies before, but he was nevertheless unwilling to give up the first of them. Even if this gift wouldn't stop his plans to conquer the continent.