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Two Types Of Gambles.

What Hogging said was reasonable by all accounts. Even Warshaw could agree with it. The chieftain of Orcs is not a position passed down by blood. Only the strongest can have it. He used to be strongest, but he was bitten by a large poisonous snake on his hunt 3 days ago. That event will cut his life short in his prime. 

In the past, members of his tribe would have already challenged him and killed him to replace him. But orcs learned some chilvary and common decency after the establishment of the War Orc Empire. Now they are willing to wait for him to die. They haven't replaced him yet, but he is only a chief in name. He can't give them what she wants. 

What he said is the truth. It was all reasonable, and it truly stopped the senile Warshaw from going off the rails. Everyone sighed in relief when she didn't shout or throw a tantrum.

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