The troll and the orc laughed.  "Well, you've behaved yourself...so we'll give you a say.  And yes, you'll bear younglings.  Probably pretty quick.  Good, make more followers for me."  There was another knock at the door.  "Enter," the troll barked, as the goblin with the crossbow swiveled as if on a gymbal and trained the weapon at the door.  A humanoid entered it...a little under seven feet tall.  He had scale-mail armor, to match the green scales on his skin.  A lizard-man, Megan realized.<br/><br/>He looked at her with reptilian eyes, then his gaze flitted back to the troll.  "I have made contact with the shaman from my old tribe.  He said he will help us, in exchange for twenty gold<em>hectaris</em>.<br/><br/>The troll narrowed his feral eyes a bit.  "For that price I could..."  His voice leveled off.  "Never mind.  He's good at what he does.  Enough he knows I'll pay.  Fine.  Tomorrow go and tell him it is a deal."