A Century of Chains

His fingers tightening around his Chaosbringer, he halted before Vrashnak's cell.

The orc peered into his eyes, his white skin and bulging muscles catching the dim light as his hopeful voice echoed.

"Did you come to an answer?"

Adam sighed and shook his head.

"We did. Not the one you expected, though."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, dreading Vrashnak's answer. After all, the miserable orc had done nothing to him. But that wouldn't stop him from killing Vrashnak if he posed a threat.

Meanwhile, Vrashnak's tusk-like teeth glinted as he opened his mouth. Instead of disappointment, respect filled his voice.

"I'd also be suspicious if a random captive called me out to offer an alliance. Why does he trust me? What are his goals? Too many uncertainties. But you're overthinking."

He smiled as Adam scratched his cheek, knowing he hit the bullseye.

"Let's start over. I'm sure you'll understand me with more context."