“My king! My king! I have urgent news!”
The orc with eyes glasses run inside their king’s throne room while he is enjoying the company of female orcs that is doing him service of all kinds. Gondor dismisses them all after seeing that the one overseeing the production of his army came to him personally so he can sense that what he has to say should be of important.
“This is the first time that I am seeing you coming here personally. Did something incredible happen that made you run all the way here on your own?” the orc just adjust his glasses as he stares at the ladies that are leaving the throne room intensely. “Limping leg and a pained face. That one is suffering from some kind of disease.”
Just a simple and quick look on one of the ladies, the doctor can surmise that one of them is
