Wait And See What This Elf Has To Say

The elf chief takes off his helmet as he approaches you, he's another dark elf, and you don't know why, but he seems oddly familiar.

"You, orc." he says in a very commanding voice. "What is your name?"

The question confuses you. "Orcs don't have names." you answer.

The elf chief groans. "Then tell me what race is your mother?"

"A dark elf."

"And how many dark elves are in your village?"

"Just my mother."

The chief turns his back to you. "I thought so. Guards, take him into custody."

None of the guards make a sound, obviously just as confused as you are. "My Lord?" one finally speaks up.

"Don't hurt this orc. Bring him." the Chief commands.

Still, the guards seem overly confused by the order, and you can't blame them. "But my Lord, he's an orc, our enemy. What makes him so special, who is he?"

The chief stays silent for a moment and he gets on his horse, before saying, "He is my grandson. Now bring him."

Silence fills the area, and you can't believe it yourself. The next few moments are a blur, but you feel them tie you up, put a collar and leash around your neck and drag you off. By the time you realize what's happening you are locked in a dungeon, with your neck, wrists and feet chained the wall.