[b][color=#E8B7A9][h3][i]Adra Son Sauhl[/i][/h3][/color][/b][hr][indent]The Emperor’s acknowledgement reminded her of the loss she knew. He’d apparently sent for Gathran for obvious reasons. While he seemed content to have someone there, she knew that she was not the one he expected. Adra had never been a part of the orc’s legend. All the stories that floated about had to do with him and him alone. She was a side note. Not that she hated that, but it was hard to explain to people her involvement with the warrior. It also hurt.

She pulled herself from her bow and looked around. While she’d felt extremely humbled and incapable, those around her were varied in appearance and background. She was the only orc. Honestly, she expected that. Her kind wasn’t so quick to throw themselves in front of the humans. Adra knew she needed to honor the summons. So, here she was. Her eyes danced across each of the members. Humans, there were a few but they were varied. There was the fully armored man that watched silently over them. There was the thief. There were a couple of noble looking fellows. Also, an entirely covered person that hid their background. An older woman stomped in and flashed about her importance. Adra looked on. There was an elvkiin, or so she assumed. And then there were two fae. One was massive with green skin and over-interest in everything happening around her. The other stood silently and powerfully.

It was then that emperor announced that they take their artifact from the display. She approached. There were numerous ones missing, and yet her eyes landed on a gauntlet. She picked it up. Immediately, she felt a power run through her veins, unlike anything she’d felt before. An inhale escaped her lips before she pulled away from the table. She knew this artifact almost immediately. Strength. She would possess it.

The emperor excused them in a solemn way. She was used to such biddings. The orcs weren’t a kind for unnecessary fanfare. They knew when missions were hopeless and when they were not. She nodded at his words.

She watched him leave and then turned to their new leader. She bristled at the fact that she was probably taking orders from a plain human. Weak. Soft. They were not born from knowledge and iron. She tilted her head upwards and watched the man. The man belted out an order and began walking. [color=#E8B7A9]”I do enjoy reacting to orders given by a stranger. Especially a human clad entirely in armor. So afraid to show his face. Yes, please, tell me more about what I should do. I enjoy being led around by a faceless puppet of the emperor.”[/color][/indent]