"I am native to Fellmore's farthest reaches, close to the border. This country's chaos is not lost on me. I'd been traveling on my own, effectively, for years."
The Captain nodded. He had to be capable in order to fight off an entire warband for longer than a few seconds. The description of his home suggested that he hailed from the northern border, next to the polar region where the Ice Golem slept. Not many lived there, and for good reason - it was inhospitable to orcs. He had to be quite tough to survive the eternal winter.
"And I was expecting a name, miss," the orc continued. "I haven't heard of your [i]Victors[/i], regardless of how absurd that might sound. I prefer to keep my head out of politics and war."

The Captain chuckled. "I think you'll find that an untenable position in the near future," she remarked, slipping one arm under his to hold him steady. "It would have been possible to stay out of politics while Fellmore was still fragmented, when anyone could be bought for a price, but the country is rapidly becoming more unified. With unity comes honor, and with honor, loyalty. It now matters more who serves who, and independence is no longer respected. Put simply, mercenaries have no place here. And much as I'd like to say I don't care what you do, I would be remiss if I let you contract your services to my enemies. You are still free to go, as I said, but if I catch you hurting anyone I care about, I won't hesitate to put an arrow through your neck."