As the voices died down another single voice raised high, even though Mayae could not tell what the speaker vas saying it was plain that he was doing his best to be bolsters. Repeatedly using a word, with soon became apparent was its name or title Garub.<br/><br/>He went on for some time and then stopped, another voice raised to speak in much the same fashion and then stopped after some time. Until finally the orc standing just next to her spoke. He had not carried her but walked in front. When he was finished he unveiled his gift. For indeed that was what Mayae was. On a throne made of bones and wood sat the biggest orc she ever did see, with quiet possibly more then a little ogre blood it it.<br/><br/>The others had brought fine weapons, the one after that gold and jewels the next one offered magic and more gold. But the orc in front of her offered the mighty orcish Warlord something he newer had, a drow elf slave.<br/><br/>He nodded his head thords the warrior in front of Mayae and the warrior raised his hands in the air with a roar, the crowd cheered as the other warriors walked of. She was raised and brought before the orc to lay her at his feat, taking the chain he gave her a thug to make her look up at him<br/>