As Jurai carried the beautiful young girl on his back towards the caravan, he noticed a large army of mortals advancing towards them from the north, and sighed with relief. Their reinforcements had finally arrived, and a bit earlier than he had anticipated. Whoever was in charge of them must have worked hard to get them here this fast, sadly too late to save the city, but it was an encouraging gesture nonetheless. Finally catching up with the convoy, Jurai made his way to one of the covered wagons, gently laying the exhausted Fiona down to allow her to rest. "Recover your strength Fiona, you saved many lives today." he whispered softly before taking his leave. He had noticed that the current inhabitants of the wagon had been rather nervous when he approached, and were none-to-disappointed when he stepped away. The civilians were still not used to seeing orcs as allies rather than bandit raiders.<br/><br/>As he stepped away to survey the convoy and the general state of the troops, the former general heard Alexandria speak. Ah. So this was the Queen he had heard so much about. The prophets in his own land had caused quite a stir when they had declared that it was an elf who represented Terra's hope for survival. A great deal of anger and indignity had resulted among the warriors of the Beastlands, many of them declaring the prophets to be heretics. The historical relationship between the orcs and elves was perhaps even slightly worse than the orcs relationship with humans: long ago, the elves had owned the land now known as Zenith as well as the Wood, but they were pushed back by the orcs, who in that time were rather... expansionist in their foreign policy. It was only four or five hundred years ago that the humans pushed the orcs back to the Beastlands. And while most orcs had almost forgotten their history of bad blood with the elves, the elves themselves live anywhere from seven hundred to a thousand years, and as such have very long memories. Many of them still remember the bloody conflicts they had with the orcs because they are old enough to have taken part in said conflicts in their youth.<br/><br/>Still, while Jurai knew his history better than many young orcs, he also knew that now was the time to put aside old feuds. He only hoped the Queen was of a similar mind. He debated whether or not to approach the Queen, and eventually decided that he should at least present himself, he was a champion after all, he did technically take orders from the Queen. Jurai slowly made his approach, being careful not to stray too close to the Queen to avoid agitating her guards. Even still, his presence did seem to make her guards wary, many of them gripping their weapons just a little bit tighter, perhaps even unconsciously so as he made his approach. When he was a reasonable distance from Alexandria, Jurai bent down onto one knee, giving a polite bow of his head. "Greetings your highness. I am Jurai Katsurage, one of your appointed champions, though I know we have never met in person. I was one of the ones helping to organize the defense of Outlook. I fear the city is firmly under the control of the demons now, retaking it would not be a simple task. Still, our losses were not extreme, and very few civilians were lost. I only wish we could have held out long enough for your troops to arrive, as it seems reinforcements were not as distant as I had previously thought."