First Cleave | Audio
[There is nothing but silence for the first few long moments and then a surprised-sounding grunt. It seems that an orc took a turn somewhere and ended up in the castle! More specifically in the lounge. For a long moment Saurfang stares at his surroundings, then down at the book lying open in front of him. He mutters, mostly to himself, as he has no idea that this thing transmits. His voice is deep, gravelly - aged.]
...this is not Warsong Hold. What is this? Who has summoned me here?
[He scoops the book up - is it some sort of spellbook? Ah, no. It seems blank for the moment. He claps it shut and starts to look around. It certainly doesn't look like a prison....]
...this is not Warsong Hold. What is this? Who has summoned me here?
[He scoops the book up - is it some sort of spellbook? Ah, no. It seems blank for the moment. He claps it shut and starts to look around. It certainly doesn't look like a prison....]