Chapter XVIII: The Battle of the Orc Fort [2]

The goblin chieftain and orc warlord bore contorted faces, with the pairs of guards from their kin they had brought along sharing their expression. It was a complex mixture of shock, terror and amazement meshed into their countenance after hearing their oppressor speak, who was in turn accompanied by three of his guards coated in the purest of black, yet for some reason they seem to gleam and blend into the night all on the same time. Truly, it was a peculiar thing to describe, an irony even.

"What is the matter, honorable warriors of the greenskin?" the young man accoutered in elegant yet practical clothing asked, voicing his concern in accented yet clear Greenskin Tongue. "Did you not hear what I said? Perhaps I was too straightforward, forgive me."