The Embers of Old Kra

“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?”

“Yes.”

The orc lowered his ax. “As do I, and that you let me go.”


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