"Yes..."<br/>Garashna, her head still resting on the table mumbled at Reyata's remark.<br/>"....fishing...would make a change..."<br/><br/>Her head stayed where it was, even when the teller began to tell his tales.<br/>His voice was good, he wove his tales well, but they were the same she had heard many times.<br/>Not until she heard the mention of Cara Fahd, did she sit up and take note. There had been mumblings of a time when Orcs were free and had citadels of their own, when they lived without being in small clans and on the edges of other races homes, but no-one had ever put a name to it.<br/>Garashna furrowed her brow, wondering if this tale were true or if it was just a fancy as many were.<br/>Whatever the truth behind it, it made her smile and feel proud. She picked up her mug, refilled it and gave a silent toast to her ancestors who had been far better off than they were now....