<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Lugash.jpg)</div>Lugash held out his hand to signal to his wife and brother to wait as Urush Darkcaller crossed their path, heading for the central tent. He had no intention of coming face to face with the Darkcaller chieftain, knowing his reputation for delving into dark forces beyond orcish ken. He was no stranger to the devils that his wife sometimes summoned with her sacrifices, but there was something just not right about Urush's power.<br/><br/>Instead, he bowed to Grumash Goldclaw, offering him proper respect as a warchief. "Grumash Goldclaw!" he greeted him as he straightened. "We are glad to have you among us as always."<br/><br/>He chuckled as Grumash commented on his mother. "I haven't seen Mother lately, so who knows? Her last husband certainly wasn't worthy of her." He put his arm around his wife's hips, in part to show off her pregnancy, and also to signal his ownership of her. "Betharra has given me three daughters, and I have another from my concubines, but my eldest girl is eight, so it will be some years yet." He gave the chieftain a wide grin. "Are you looking for a new wife? Or a wife for one of your sons?"<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder at the children running around, and noted with satisfaction that several had lined up in a loose formation behind Guldar, ready for battle. "On the other hand, my son will be of age in a few years. No doubt he'll have plenty of slaves from the new world, but he will need a wife worthy of his position. Might you have a girl of the right age?"<br/><br/>"It is truly a momentous time in our history. Those of us who brave the portal will have riches and glory beyond anything we have earned here."