Acceptance

'Hmm. Virgin orcs. They'd have to be rarer than mythical beasts.'

The butcher looked at the Orcinas he was surrounded by and commented. He stopped paying attention to Baran, who was having a stroke not too far away from him.

'I'd have to say they are all beautiful though. Damn. This old monster sure knows how to pick them.'

The butcher looked at all the Orcinas and smiled. His smile was gracious and comforting. At least comforting for orcs. The ladies also felt a bit relaxed when they saw their newly appointed chieftain smile at them. It was a form of assurance that they won't be mistreated.

The butcher was just beginning his conversation with some of the beauties when he heard Baran's dread-filled voice.

"You…. Are you that Eren Idril? A human?"

Varhan smiled wickedly when he heard Baran's answer.

"What took you so long to figure out?"

The guy had finally caught up with the hints he had thrown at him.