In the dimly lit hall of the orc stronghold, Grakthar Bloodmaw, the Elder Orc Master, sat upon his throne with an imposing air of authority. Shadows clung to the stone walls as the flicker of torchlight danced across his scarred features. His weathered, battle-hardened eyes were locked onto the newest addition to his retinue—a young elf, taken captive during the war. She was led into the chamber by his warriors, their heavy footsteps echoing until they came to a halt.

At a subtle signal from Grakthar, they turned and departed without a word, leaving her alone in his presence. Silence settled in as he observed her, unmoving, his gaze sharp and unreadable.