"One hundred mile radius, on Acheron. Raids from demons and devils, mostly. Already some fortifications in place, not much. Don't expect them to add much, ruins the natural beauty of the place," he says, with a grin. "Just one. Groma. Call her... a well-intentioned gift. We are neighbors, after all. Actual offer..." he pulls out a small scroll, and tosses it to Draiss. It details a pitifully small section of the Abyss, which would be almost utterly worthless, if it wasn't for a key feature: Portals. Seven different portals lie within the realm, including one to the first layer, and one to a spot not far from Draiss' current holdings, granted by Lloth. "It's valuable, but difficult to hold. Orcs like to raid, not defend. Holding a fortress, charging a toll... this is not the orc way. Capturing it, looting it for a while, that was good. Holding it... difficult, not inspiring. Not for orcs." He grunts. "If that's not enough, we can negotiate further."