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  Major Geier promoted me to lieutenant. He should not have. I'm not smart enough to be an officer. He should have promoted Vier. Vier knows it, too. But Vier is a good orc. He will follow orders.

  I am a good orc too. So I will be lieutenant. But I will need help from Vier. And you, Sai. I will need you to think because I can't.

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  Warchief Graan is dead. Now these false generals preen like cocks vying for power. They try to bribe me to join them, like offering sugar to a cow to get it into the slaughterhouse. We are Trotzen! We do not bribe! We order!

  Our 'bands are losing orcs. The grunts all ask if I would be warchief. What a stupid question. I could never be warchief. I'm just trying to follow orders.

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  This is bad. I am a traitor. No. Geier is a traitor. But Geier is the warchief. That means we are traitors. And we are hunted.

  But I cannot let Geier and the dragons destroy the orcs. So we will fight. We have my new… What did you call it? Spellblade? We have your Sai-ones. Vier's grunts. We have much to work with.

  We cannot fail. Graan help us, we cannot fail.

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  The gods decided to bless me. Like Graan. I refused. They tried anyway, but I used the spellblade to break the blessing. Syn thought that was funny until I used the spellblade to cut her too.

  The gods do not pick the warchief. The Trotzen pick the warchief. Geier cannot be warchief while orcs that say he is not still live.

  I will be warchief instead.