Honor
With his victory, Tristan had become the new chief, and all two hundred plus orcs are now under his command.
Now, technically this should increase their chances to weather the siege of the incoming barbarians. Each second he wasted here was a second lost from preparation time.
A lot of things came to mind, but all of them interrupted when Tristan saw Ghral has returned back to approach him. This time, he carried a large, ornate axe made of gleaming metal. The axe was crisp and clean, a contrast to the shoddy, dirty things he used to see all around the place. Ghral looked down to the ground, knelt with both feet, and offered the axe to Tristan.
Tristan asked him.
"Are you giving this to me?"
Tristan had no idea how to lift an axe properly, let alone wield it effectively in battle. But from the carving and the metal it was made of, it does not take a genius to see that it was quite a valuable item.