The day came to an end as the sun dipped below the western hills. The orc sisters finally found themselves able to rest in what was now Maui's territory—a place that had once belonged to Kragg.
Maui was receptive and welcomed them despite her hostile history with their brother. She had every reason to turn them away after what Kraghul had done. But she didn't. Kraghul was a strong orc. One of the strongest. And he was the son of Urgar—that name still carried weight.
There was no reason for Maui to waste a chance at an alliance.
Kraghul was taken care of immediately. The healers looked him over, checking for wounds, broken bones. To the sisters' utmost surprise, he wasn't afflicted by any fatal injuries. If anything, he was in remarkably good health.
Thulga had expected broken ribs at minimum. Deep lacerations. Something but there was nothing.
