<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/46/f8/9d/46f89d7abc090fa3f04becec479fb501.jpg)<br/>Cormag Law</div></div><br/>Law had been a soldier far too long to let incredulity cross his face in the presence of a superior, but his brow still furrowed at the recounting of the tale. "I have never heard of such a thing among orcs," he mused. "But then, I'm just a soldier. My duty begins where the parley ends."<br/><br/>He stared at the horn on the table, drumming his fingers on the stone as he collected his thoughts. "I can't say I like this plan," he said at last. His gaze shifted to Elaine. "My lady, do you really intend to forge an alliance with the monsters that murdered your family?"<br/><br/>Elaine straightened in her chair, her eyes flashing with imperious severity. "Captain Law," she said, her tone cold and hard. "Lord Greymantle had my family murdered. The orcs were merely the weapon he employed. And if I can turn Greymantle's weapon against him, then I will do so with great pleasure."<br/><br/>Law cast his eyes downward, chastened. "I apologize, my lady. It is not my place to question you in such matters." He lifted his gaze once more. "However, let me ask a more practical question: If Bonebreaker Dorokor betrayed Lord Greymantle, then who is to say she won't betray you should the opportunity arise? She may be interested in diplomacy and parley, but she is still an orc. An orc cunning enough to be an opportunist."