"Is that a skill?" Abasi asked.
"No. It's what we outworlders called martial art," Long replied.
Two orc guards barged into the hall. The sound of fighting had attracted their attention. "Chief! Is there a problem?" They then realized an unknown draconian was there.
"Leave! We will talk later about the matter of how you let someone pass through unknowingly," Abasi uttered.
The two bowed anxiously before retreating.
"What do you want coming here? My father is no more. Whatever deals you have with him had died with him," Abasi said.
Seeing the orc warlord had calmed down, Long said, "I'm here to make a new deal with you. I believe you have heard from your father about the organization I represent. We are based in Liguritudum but we will be making our move to the rest of the world before long. We are inviting you to join us."
"Hmph! My place is here," Abasi said.