finally ceased, Rahsik held up his gnarled hands for silence.
“It is the finding of this tribunal that Wank, the orc-that-
is-mostly-human, has been committing crimes against this
tribe since he was but a human brat. Therefore, I, Rahsik-
ba, his chieftain, declare that there shall be a worg hunt.”
All was silent as he lifted his whip, now wound around his
hand, and pointed toward Wank. “You, Wank, shall be the
boar.”
A thunderous roar echoed through the cavern as
joy lit the faces of orc-warriors who babbled about the
ignoble death they were going to inflict upon their quarry.
It was then Wank realized why he had been fed so
well.
Rahsik-ba stared up at Wank, while simultaneously
trying to look down his nearly non-existent nose, the
nostrils seeming as empty caverns, dank and filthy. His
graying mane veritably bristled as the half-orc stared him
down for long moments while his chains were removed.
“Run for your life, boy,” he told Wank, then slowly
turned away. The newly freed half-orc could not tell if his
sire was snarling, laughing, or about to be sick.
The half-orc walked slowly away at first, unsure
that he would not be immediately speared in the back.
Then he began a slow trot. His pace quickened somewhat
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