Taviel pushed off of the support beam and strode over to her mother, her green tinged face alight with amusement. “I left you a little something for the road.” She gave Nythera a peck on the cheek as she patted her pack a little too casually.

A short story from 1321 AEC.

“Thranak leaned forward, resting his hulking form on his knees. “Cruelty, yes. Brutality, certainly. But not all orcs follow their ways. The Moz’zogg has its own code. We believe strength is nothing without honor. The Bru’gall... they believe fear keeps order. Sometimes, I think that’s all they know.”