The commander of Fort Boltoy and the senior officers went to greet the orc army. They’d dismounted and were now walking alongside their wolves. Several orcs, including their leader, went ahead. The two groups met in the middle, right between the army and the fort.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Irma whispered.
“I don’t think it’s anything good.”
Derek nodded in the direction of the orc leader, who’d let his daughter, or his wife, do the talking. By human standards, she looked like a man, but in comparison to the other orcs, she looked slender and feminine.
The commander spoke to the female orc, then turned back to the fort. He looked at Hadjar, who realized they’d been talking about him. Well, not him, but his tattoo. All the orcs were showing off the Name tattoos on th
