Orcblood Legacy: Skirmishes: Orcs Bernard Bertram (good books to read TXT) 📖

Myra seemed curious. “And where is yer father now?”

“Dead, slain by Tormag before my birth.”

Taking her seat once more, the senator finally offered a smile. “Well, aren’t ye a bundle of family trauma? Yer adoptive father killed yer real father, and still ye follow him?”

“To the end and back.”

Myra turned to her colleagues and nodded. Next, Theiran stood and called down to Bitrayuul and Tormag. “Right, step outside fer a moment, if ye please.”

Tormag pulled the confused Bitrayuul toward the door. Once outside, the half-orc seemed to explode with stress.

“Oh no, did I say the wrong thing?! Are they going to reject me?” Bitrayuul’s heart raced in his chest as he realized he may have driven the council to a negative decision. He began hyperventilating and would have collapsed to the floor had Tormag not caught him.

“C’mon, son. Ye’ll be alright. Everything went fine. Ye told the truth, and that’s what matters.”

Bitrayuul looked at his father and finally noticed that the dwarf’s face was lined with tears as well. At first, he immediately assumed that Tormag was crying because he knew that the council would expel them from Tarabar. But Bitrayuul could see that they were tears of joy from the half-orc’s words.

A moment later, the doors to the chamber opened once more and Theiran called for them to enter. Tormag pulled Bitrayuul to his feet and looked him in the eye. “To the end and back, son.”

Together, the pair passed into the chamber, holding the other firmly. Once inside, Theiran allowed Myra to offer the decision.

Standing once more, the senator smiled down at them. “Welcome back, Bitrayuul. We’ve come to a decision. Ye will be positioned in the Dwarven Regime, under Tormag, who will resume his title of Commander. Ye will learn our ways, and ye will know what it means to be a dwarf. Also, ye are to live under Tormag’s roof. Ye will be monitored and any sign of threat will result in yer death or expulsion of Tarabar. This be agreeable?”

Bitrayuul stood staring around the room, trying to process everything. He had heard Myra’s words, but didn’t fully comprehend her meaning.

Leaning forward on her dais, the senator simplified her approach. “It means ye get to stay, Bitrayuul.”