The Orc of Sixteen Wives

As he planned to continue his discussion with Vrashnak, his brows furrowed at the sight of his generals' glinting weapons and crackling flames.

He raised his hand and lowered his palms, a reassuring smile curling on his lips.

"Vrashnak will follow us for now. I'll explain everything later. Or better, you'll ask and learn to know him that way." He pointed at the silver chest at their feet, his voice playful. "Not worth the fight, but still not bad. Let's return to Foliaris. I'm sure you all want nothing more than a delicious meal and a delightful rest."

Zephyr and Zane nodded as if offered salvation while a frustrated frown creased Sylas' brows.

Beside them, Victoria, Morwen, and Sarah offered him delighted smiles, showing their eagerness to return.

However, his trusted generals didn't share their reactions. Instead, he saw their eyes dart between him and the orc.