Gruumsh gives a slight guffaw, at Draiss' joke. "I have a follower. Odd one, too. He's smart. Liked books, but also liked orc history." He chuckles, at the thought of orc history, then shakes his head. "But, now that he's dead, we've talked. Quite a bit, in fact. Turns out, he'd done a good amount of research on you, what with being the scourge of orcs, on your plane. You very nearly made them extinct. He said that the one thing he couldn't understand was why. He had reports that your parents had been killed by orcs, but he did some research. As I said, smart. He found that there were no tribes within fifty miles of your house, when it happened. He even went so far as to seek out a wizard, to magically investigate the murder. He says, and, given the comparing I've done, with that time, that the wounds weren't orcish. It's almost as if someone was trying to<em>make</em>it look orcish, even. What's real funny, though? One of the corpses was a fake. Wasn't even really your family's."<br/><br/>He pauses, for a solid minute, to let this sink in, then answers the question he's sure Draiss has in his mind. "I'm telling you all this, because I've seen what you can do. What you<em>have</em>done. I may not like books, but I'm not stupid. I know that, if you got a good reason, Orkenbane could come back. And this time, it wouldn't just be one plane."