[b]"Aye, I would."[/b] Shork smiled back at the scholar, before looking up and getting a better look at the flashing constellation above him, his lips curving into a grin that revealed his fangs which seemed to be in similar shape as Rovtar's. [b]"Heh... Vor'groth. I saw it once before, I think, before I found Estermere. I'll admit to you, i didn't grow up in an Orcish clan, and I know very little of my own culture. All I know is from those few half-orc and orc travellers that I met on my travels, those that were willing to talk rather than fight or try and rob me... but of those that did, many of them would speak of their Gods, and that their day would come."[/b] The hunter looked back at his fellow half-breed and let out a deep laugh - Ilneval was a deity of war, this much he knew, and though he agreed that it was a lucky sign, he could care less for a war - especially not after all the.work he did trying to be accepted in the community. Relationships between orcs and their breed and humans were tense enough as it was, Shork thought, and while many orcs and half-orcs seemed to not be completely opposed to taking their place in the world by force, he always thought that trying to join their communities in a friendly way was better. At least ever since he experienced how friendly humans could be first-hand - if that hadn't happened, the half-orc pondered, he might still think the same, that they would have to carve their place out violently.
 [b]"From what I heard, Ilneval can be a cruel master, but he cares for his own, and he rewards the courageous. Though believe me, I don't hope for a war between orcs and others. Ah well... seems like today is a good day after all... let's see your mentor, Rovtar."[/b]