“Remember when your king ordered old Kra burned?”
He was stoic, spear pointed at the muscled orc covered in scars. “Yes.”
“Remember the mad slaughter, old man? Your blade to a whelp’s neck?”
The orc lowered his ax. “As do I, and that you let me go.”
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