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Old 04-11-2007, 04:51 PM   #372
Tevildo
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Azhar:

Azhar's grip on Kwell's waist tightened as the meaning of the words sunk in. She hardly knew what to say. She had no special love for orcs. They were dirty, and they smelled and looked too different. Frankly, they scared her. She had heard terrible stories when sitting around the campfire late at night how orcs devoured the flesh of men and attacked without even the slightest reason other than an overwhelming lust for blood.

Yet there was something about Johari and Kwell's eagerness to kill that made Azhar uneasy. The few orcs she had known on the plantation were little different than their Easterling overlords. She had felt the sting of the whip from both. If Kwell and Johari had found unknown Easterlings asleep in the camp, would they have run them through in their beds without even a second thought? Azhar did not think so.

As a tiny child, she recalled the haunting words of one old granny who always spoke about how things would be better now that the Dark Lord had been defeated. The slaves on the plantations would be freed and, ever so slowly, Easterlings and orcs would change their ways. Azhar had not believed the grey headed one then, although part of her had wanted to. Intervening years had only confirmed her opinon. No one had come to strip off their shackles; the Easterlings and orcs kept acting the same way they always had. But Azhar could not forget how the old granny's eyes had brightened when she spoke about the possibility of change.

And then there was the puzzle that Rôg presented. She was still worred about how he was feeling and had not had the chance to talk with him after the battle. But she had seen once what he could do. The great wyrm could probably slay a troop of fifty men unaided, yet Rôg had chosen to act only when someone was directed threatened. Azhar instinctively sensed that these two problems were somehow connected, though she couldn't have put the meaning into words. The uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach was not going away.

Seeing the hard look in the eyes of both her companions, she turned around to address Lindir in a muted voice, "Kill them? Run them through in their beds? But isn't there any other way?"

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