Not knowing any of this drama, a lone Orc by the name of Kall was looking up at the far away Castle Grond, all lit up against the night sky, and feeling a little bit sorry for himself. Once he had been the heir to his father's tribe, but he had overheard his brothers planning within their tent to have him blinded when his father died, so that one of them could take the throne. His first thoughts were either to draw his scimitar and go charging in, or to inform his father of their foul plot, but he decided to do none of these. If he went charging in like an angry yak and lost the fight, and it would be two if them against him, not only would he get himself cut down but he would look like the bad one for trying to kill his brothers.<br/><br/>If he won the fight and killed them both and his story was not beleaved then he could face  execution or worse, and he lacked witnesses to back his story up with evidence.<br/><br/>If he informed on them and was not beleaved then he would be exiled from the tribe with just his scimitar and a full water bottle, but if he was beleaved then his brothers would be blinded, and he realised that despite what they wanted to do to him, he didn't want that to happen to either of them. He would happily have seen them exiled, or thrown in a dungeon for a while, but his tribe had no dungeons and if you were caught planning a violent crime against a fellow tribal member and were found guilty, then the same thing happened to you, which in his brother's case meant the blinding iron. So he had collected up some useful items of his such as his crossbow and arrows and some bedding and a few more things and left quietly at night.<br/><br/>Looking up at the castle, his thoughts turned to the Princess Helen and he hoped she was happily married. Such a fine Princess, unlike in Orcish fairy tales, would surely never choose a wandering Orc like him as her loved one.