<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/49/Bonebreaker_Dorokor.png/1377px-Bonebreaker_Dorokor.png)<br/>Bonebreaker Dorokor</div></div>The orc frowned. It was evident that this sort of situation was utterly foreign to him, and yet he seemed bound by very clear instructions. "Oregg<em>Khambukaar</em>" he intoned, when asked his name. He pointed at Larissa's swords, then Jay's. "Waay-pawns," he ordered.<br/><br/>As Larissa unbuckled her weapons and passed them to the orc, Jay seemed obviously rankled. Finally she unbuckled her sword belt. "I swear, Ruxvan, if I end up getting spit-roasted by those two brutes," she indicated the Juggernauts, "I will not be pleased. I like 'em big, but even I have a limit." She tossed her weapons to Oregg and dismounted. Kasala watched impassively, and stepped down lightly from her horse.<br/><br/>Weapons collected, Oregg grunted and motioned for the party to follow. There was a broad corridor, flanked by several guard posts, that opened into a vast central hall. The carpets here had long been shredded by animal claws and rotted by water, but a great bonfire raged in the centre. Continuing past the fire, Oregg opened a large set of doors directly opposite the gates, revealing what once would have been a stately dining hall, dominated by a great marble table.<br/><br/>Seated in a great stone throne, at the head of the table, was a powerfully built orcish woman. She held a mighty axe, its black iron blade stained a rusty red along its keen edge. She let out a guttural chuckle as Larissa and her retinue entered.<br/><br/>"<em>Kwaa,</em>Oregg?" she said in orcish. "<em>Urkamo hugra mi</em>parley." Oregg stepped forward, presenting Jay and Larissa's weapons to the woman. Dorokor set Wound aside for a moment, and picked up Fang, curiously. She drew the blade, admiring the blue hue of its steel as it flashed in the firelight. Satisfied, she sheathed the weapon again and threw it unceremoniously back onto the table.<br/><br/>Then, in functional common, she addressed her guests. "My plan works. Human methods are odd, and yet they bring us much success." A level of smugness seemed to tinge her expression. "Very well. I am Bonebreaker Dorokor, Bloodchief of the White Tusk. I hold<em>Wound</em>. Know that if you serve Lord Greymantle, you will die quickly and painfully. But you do not, do you? You wish to parley for your witch-girl, no?"