From the Age of Chaos

Perhaps because they had lived in isolation for years, the orcs tended be lacking in wit and were easy to convince. Anfey’s words had stunned them and made them speechless. After a few moments of hesitation, they walked up and began picking the gold coins off of the ground.

"Sante, you still have coins in your ring, right?" Anfey asked.

"Of course." Everyone had a certain amount of coins and food in their rings. Anfey wanted to make sure that if any of them got lost or separated, the person would have the means to survive.

"Come up here. Remember what I just said?"

"Yes?" Sante blinked. He used levitation and lifted himself onto the platform.

"Go outside and tell all the prisoners what I just said. Give the coins to those who want to stay and work. Those who don’t want to stay can go."

"Alright."

"You know what I mean by going, don’t you?"

"You mean…" Sante lowered his voice. "You promised them freedom!"