I plead with my sons to cease their endless quest for revenge – yet
while orcs still roam these lands, I know they cannot rest.
I understand their anger, but can they not understand my fear?
One day, they will not return. One day, one will return alone,
bearing his brother’s body – and I will still lose them both.
Yet I cling to hope. Hope that one day, the cold-eyed, vengeful
warriors will go, and my sons will return. I have to believe that
that day will come.
I watch, heavy-hearted, as they ride out again – vicious orc-slayers
consumed by bloodlust.
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