Staring down the half-wit creature trying to shove his way through the smaller entrance, Vraad brook no idiocy today as he let himself into Falaya's chamber.  He looked around for the lizard chief and unfortunately found himself alone for now.  The witch queen was always easier to deal with when she had both of them to divide her forward attentions.  He already regretted answering her daily summons to report on activity in his caves and, once again, come empty-handed with nothing to offer her in tribute.  The orc chief, in principle though not officially ever since Falaya subdued him with her magic,  was a head shorter than the pet ogre that patrolled the caves just outside her throne room of torture.  But he could almost match the stupid beast in strength, and what he lacked in brawn he made up for with a sharp if arrogant mind.  Had he been in a room of human and elven adventurers he would seem monstrous in comparison, but compared to Falaya's magic he felt powerless.  And angry.<br/><br/>"You called for me, Falaya?" he grumbled in disrespect, still refusing to bow or respect any niceties despite recognizing her as the new 'orc' chief.