She shivered, turning her head to look away from him. But she didn't move away, knowing that he<em>was</em>an orc and that orcs were not known to be really patient. Taking a deep breath, Halisstra looks back to him, asking in a quiet voice, "<em>Why?</em>Why do yuoir kind do this? We've never done anything against you. You and your kind", a nod to the room full of goblinoid races, " never try anything else, it<em>always</em>leads to war and death and destruction. How many hordes have swept over the land, only to be completely wiped out? How many warriors and shamans must be killed for nothing? Why must your races be so damned violent?" Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, tears of anger in her eyes as she remembers the tales told of past hordes, the death and mayham. They were diased, but she'd seen the results of one such raid as a young girl.<br/><br/>In the mountains nearby, there was a valley, it was small, but well hidden. Inside, her mother had shown the young Halisstra the remmnents of s past horde. The orc warriors had been torturing captives whe the Imperial forces shad swept down upon them. Killing them all. The bodies were still there, now nothing but bones and decaying  armor and weapons was left in silent testemony of the horrors of the hordes and war.