(Rögdûl the Red Chief, Main. Fortress Gloria, Praelium.)

[color=green]"Keep your men. You have a deal. We will return in two days ready to collect the stock."[/color]

And with that, the three Orcs got on their warhorses. They were not a people who dallied much in drawn out interactions or long conversations. Once their objective was achieved, they moved on to the next--it was how one had to operate in the northern hills lest he be feed for the [i]starkok.[/i] As soon as they reached the camp, there was raucous debauchery. An unruly large fire burned up to the tips of the heavens, visible all across the deserts and even to the people of Praelium.

In two days, the conquest of the northern hills would begin--and so would the beginnings of the Red Claw's sovereign reign in the north.