Nowaru

Shushuk, bound in chains, was led into a room that served as a temporary headquarters for the command of the local Nozenrot forces.
There, standing over a map of Erathia spread out on a wooden table, stood a Nozenrot woman.

- Commander, I have brought the prisoner.
- I see. The woman turned away from her task and looked at the orc. - I would like to say that you made an imprudent decision by killing one of my people, but that would be a lie. Do you know why?