Vacuse was pleased with how much he had gained. He never thought he could gain that much in the Orcs territory no less! The Orcs were far, far richer than he expected.
'...just how many treasures can I gain by being here...'
But that was when Ragna finally made his move. His anger seemed to have reached a snapping point when he saw the First General's sword, and he decided that it must be his own.
He stood up and his face narrowed. "Vacuse Vorrakyn, you represent the humans who have killed our blood for generations. Thus, I will ask for their blood in your hand!"
Vacuse straightened and his face turned grim.
'...so...it's starting...'
"What do you want from me, Ragna Warbine? Why would you ask for their blood in my hands when you and your kind also killed us humans?
