<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/49/Bonebreaker_Dorokor.png/1377px-Bonebreaker_Dorokor.png)</div><br/>"My goal," Dorokor said, "is a stronger White Tusk. The Bedegar girl was... insurance?" She looked to Kasala, who nodded that this was indeed the correct term. "And now that Greymantle betrayed me, it is time to use that insurance. With the humans feuding over who will be bloodchief, Greymantle will have bigger problems than an angry orc clan. And in the chaos of war, orcs find opportunity."<br/><br/>"As for the witch," Dorokor shrugged. "I learned the trick from Greymantle. Take someone important, then... ransom? Yes, I think that is the word.<em>Ransom</em>them back in exchange for parley. But I must say, she does intrigue me." Pinna looked rather nervous at Dorokor's words and drew her pelt closer around herself. "Her witchery is different from my shamans. Potions, scrolls... I can see the use of such things."<br/><br/>Dorokor fixed her eyes back on Larissa. "Now let us talk...<em>business.</em>" The bloodchief seemed to savour the word, rolling it on her tongue as though it held an exotic flavour. "To be frank, I<em>want</em>you to take the Bedegar girl, and make war on Greymantle. You seem to want this too. You may take your witch. You may even take this stone house. Such things are for keeping pigs and cows anyway. But I cannot just<em>give</em>this to you," Dorokor explained. "It would make me look weak in front of my tribe. They tire of promises. Greymantle made promises, and now he hunts us. No. They must see that I have won, and you have lost. My tribe must appear stronger for having played these... silly human games."<br/><br/>The orc eyed the weapons on the table. "One of your fine swords, for example. My people would see that as an item of power."