[Malkaer Andares]

The esh’lahier undid the remainder of his ropes. His stiff muscles ached from the hours of captivity. Only iron will and infinite pride allowed Malkaer to stand up straight without buckling to his knees. After a shifty look at the head orc he walked over to Anvael’s side of the circle. What Vrassun did not know was that he himself was marked too. Although all greenskins looked alike Malkaer thought he could pick out this ugly one out of thousands.

Malkaer caught the sack but did not don it. Better to be naked than covered in rags was the nobleman’s opinion. After a bow to his brother he left the ring of spears on the side of the Sherianites. Hopefully Anvael’s bodyguards had better clothes for him. Then he would stick around and listen to the negotiations.