“Orcram?”

Sven pointed to the thing I was holding in my hand. It was the sign of friendship given by Gorba, a shiny bone fragment with a blood tooth pattern on it. The thing I was currently holding in my hand was the orcam Sven had mentioned. I had almost given it to Pono. Sven continued, “That is certainly the orcram. From what I remember, the boy from the south has it. Their name was...”

“Gorba.”

“Yes, Gor... how do you know this? Did you kill him? Chwiiik!” Sven glanced at me with suspicious eyes. 

I waved my hands to calm him down. “Calm down. I can say that I’m friends with him.”

“Friend?”

“Yes. I once saved Gorba’s life. He thanked me and gave me this as a sign of friendship.”

“The orcram? Do you know what that means? It is made from the blood and bones of Mudur, the first emperor of us orcs.”

"I know. He explained it to me. Then he said this as he gave it to me—”

I remembered Gorba’s words and repeated them. “The orcram system is a bad habit that promotes division among the orcs.”

“Bad habit... maybe this is the case. However, us frost orcs have continued this bad habit for generations. I’m also one of them. Guruk.”

Suddenly,...