Chapter 81: Savages
"Speak," the woman on the massive throne said with a wave of her hand.
"We’ve received reports from Crag. They have a new stray survivor," the figure said with his head bowed.
The woman leaned forward in her seat. "Get those fucking boars to hand the human over, or else they can say goodbye to any call for aid at the border!" She snarled.
The man bowed his head lower. "...We have given them this threat already, and yet they are not ready to yield. The Orc clan that found the human is the Gorefang Clan, who are in direct opposition to us. Their young head has been causing a ruckus recently. He is not easily moved," he explained.
The woman snorted lightly in condescension. "Orcs?" she asked, prompting the figure to correct himself.
"Boars... Your Majesty," he said quickly.
"Hmph. Calling such inferior creatures Orcs is a blasphemy to any True Orc," she shook her head.
"Find a way to handle the matter of the survivor. Promptly," she returned to the crux of his report. "Or do I need to go all the way there myself?" she asked with a dangerously low voice.
The figure brought his other knee to the ground with a thud, bowing even lower. "Never, Your Majesty! Allow this one to bring back good news," he groveled, standing up quickly and walking backward with his head down, all the way to the door until he stepped out.
Just as the door closed in front of him and he let out a soft sigh of relief, he felt another presence in the cold, dark hallway. "Mistress Alyra." He bowed formally before leaning back up, staring down at her small figure.