The queen speaks

“Il vag dast rannath. Inverlopep kilra chirag.” She speaks in the orcish tongue which is completely unknown to you. Before you can ponder how to reply, the elf beside her speaks in translation.

“I knew one like you would come. Brave but stupid interlopers.” Her voices rings out like a melody in the air.

“You know why we are here then. This whole abducting folk and forcin’ em to breed crap. It ends now.” As you speak, the translator whispers what you assume is a translation in the ear of her queen.

“So what?” The elf translates as the queen speaks. “You would condemn me for playing by the rules of my creator? It is our nature to take wombs as we please. It is how we reproduce.”

“You ever heard of ethics? The end doesn’t always justify the means. Think of the harm yer doin’ to all these innocent women.”

The translator pauses and scratches her cheek in though. She speaks aloud on her own accord. “I’m sorry but there isn’t an orcish word for ethics.”

“Don’t bother translatin’ I’ve heard enough.” You draw your weapon and approach.

“Iyda…” you hear Syvella shakily whisper behind you. A chill rolls down your spine.