Zalthu loomed above you, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. "You're far from home, little rabbit," he growled, his voice low and menacing. You had thought the other orcs were tall, but Zalthu dwarfed them, his stature awe-inspiring and terrifying. His hand grasped the leash attached to your shackles, and you gulped as he gazed down at you.

"Cat got your tongue?" A brief, mirthless chuckle escaped his lips before he jerked the leash, guiding you toward his personal tent within the Orc camp. The tent's grandeur surpassed the others, adorned with opulent spoils from past conquests.