Titania considered the issue of the Orc. To her the issue was much the same as for a thrall. Let it prove itself if it sought more rewards. [b]"A good turn deserves another. Give the Orc a reward if he desires it. If he wishes to live here, then let him earn his worth as any thrall would. Fight and serve for us until he proves himself deserving."[/b] Titania nodded to herself silently and thought about the eventful season. It was a pity they hadn't had enough material to make a weapon as well, but the armor was certainly impressive. Of course her other council members had been far from idle, Titania was pleased with the progress the clan was making. They were generally becoming used to life here. For now she wanted to check back on her recruits, they'd made good progress in the season she'd spent with them, hopefully they had kept improving.
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Titania grabbed her distinctive shield and stepped out of her hut, quickly making her way to where the council members were gathering for the most part. Given no orders she would take the force she'd spent a few seasons back training and lead them into combat. They would obey her well and she knew, with no false modesty, that she made for an intimidating figure as well as oft an inspiring one. There was no time for Titania to come up with a plan other than hit stuff until it died, especially as she knew others were more well suited for it than her. Hopefully someone had the foresight to grab the dragon armor. The stuff was too light for Titania's taste, she preferred the comforting weight of her own armor and knew it would most likely best go to one of the warmages.