Lord Heath Morris, Earl of Shrewesdale, sipped his wine. "This sentiment has been on the increase of late?"
Lord Alexander stared back. "I said so, didn"t I?"
"But Lord Caster could find no trace of it."
"Come now," offered the Earl of Eastwood, Lord Horace. "You didn"t expect him to, did you? After all, he"s one of those fellows who thinks the greenskins are worth having around."
Lord Markham grimaced. "I can"t say I"m overly fond of the man"s beliefs."
"Nonsense," said Lord Avery, "and stop calling them greenskins—they are Orcs. Why, if it hadn"t been for their assistance, the queen would never have beat Norland."
"And is that a bad thing?" The young noble looked around the room. They sat in the parlour of Lord Alexander"s Wincaster manor, a grandiose affair that boasted, amongst m
