Groomed and outfitted.

The convoy began to break down as soon as it entered the city with carts peeling away into narrow streets along the way. Arcadius’s cart though continued through the wide central road into the inner city. The city had suffered a thorough sacking. This was evident by the once stone buildings being rebuilt with wood. With a more simplistic and utilitarian build, the use of wood was more than a convenient choice for the Orcs that were in charge of the city. Once native to the vast woodlands between the swamps and the Great River Arm the orcs were pushed into the swamplands away from their native forests by humanity centuries ago. Arcadius could see that most shanties were removed just as they were outside of the city. As the cart rolled in he could see slaves building new huge wooden housing on the opened up patches. In three years the Greenskins have successfully managed to turn the capital of Nedlere into something of their own making and name it Kmor - a new Greenskin ruled city.

Once in the inner city, the cart stopped in a courtyard near the royal keep - a grand stone fortress that has dominated the region since the arrival of humanity. A group of armed Orcs pushed him and the others out of the cart. The cart rolled away as a group of what appeared to be servants led them into a nearby building. Inside the air was moist and it was hot. They were put near the wall and stripped. Whatever opposition Arcadius momentarily thought of trying was squashed by the entrance of an orc carrying a woollen bag. One by one everyone received a collar from the orc's bag and was taken into a nearby room.

When Arcadius turn came up he entered through the door into what appeared to be a room with a large pool. A few servants them proceeded to methodically wash him, shave and waxed him. With his skinny physic more reminiscent of an underfed peasant boy than a noble he felt quite uncomfortable while a servant woman washed and combed his clotted shoulder-length hair. Its colour obviously intrigued her. The very dark red, almost black colour was as far as he knew, quite uncommon. When finished with the grooming an old hunched over husk of a man with the help of servant pushing Arcadius head down put the collar on him and attached a small silver chain on it. Now with his new leather harness around his neck, he was given a grey tunic that hanged on him almost like a dress, and some small linen underwear. He was then taken away up into the keep. Once somewhere high in the castle, he was left chained in what appeared to be a small closet of some sort.