Chapter 82: The Blood Dragon
"You must absolutely come back from the Orcs. With or without their support. I don’t have to tell you, but I will, about how important you are," Drevix said. His voice was bitter, as if he had lost a fight that he didn’t even know he was fighting.
Vacuse stared at him and then at the open window, and he frowned. He felt as if something was wrong somehow, but he didn’t know what.
Vacuse knew Drenvar, both by reputation and personally in his past life. What he was doing wasn’t adding up, almost as if he was shrinking himself somehow.
’... trying to make himself weak before me... why? What is this bastard planning once again?...’
Drenvar continued. "The Orcs will want your head, but you must remember that you are Alejo, a guest. They won’t go against their own culture, but they’d find loopholes. Be very honest. The Dragon must not die."
’...you don’t have to tell me that... I’m the last person that’s going to try and die....’
"The Warbines themselves are very powerful. They are one of the most powerful Clans of the Orcs, and they claim that their leader’s family comes from that of the Orc that unified them before.
"They’ve already swallowed all the smaller Clans close to them, and they are eyeing the position of the High Chief. Don’t get dragged into their politics. Remember your mission and stick to it, and once you see it can’t be done, immediately retreat."
Vacuse nodded.
’...is this man rambling? Why...’
Vacuse tensed, ready for any sneak attack that might happen. His muscles were coiled like spring wires, his eyes drinking everything for any movement.
But nothing happened. Drenvar kept talking and then he stopped, issuing a command. "Lift your hand."