Renault's wise words fell on mostly deaf ears.  Gorosk knew him to be right, there was no point in letting the Goliath's words eat at him.  The reputation of his lineage was known about the world, it was no surprise that one might hate him for it but the words ate at him just the same.  Likely because he knew she was not entirely wrong.  She could not know it, but she had touched on precisely the underlying conflict of his life.  An Orc is still an Orc, however much that blood may be diluted or distilled.  Even as he tried to dismiss her words that very poison worked within him.

As the night fell on them all he paced slowly about his small cell, trying to calm his blood.  Poison Blood, Honorless, Unnatural, Abomination.  The Goliath was not wrong, but she was also not right.  Gorosk unclenched his fists and worked on his breathing.  Whether she was wrong or right depended on him.  The order of his mind could overpower the chaos of his blood.  He would prove her wrong.

Gorosk turns to the window to distract himself from both new and old frustrations.  He peers through to see what he might see out there in the world beyond these cells.    

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