CH450 Silver Tongue
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'Damn you, Brieger. You stupid donkey-headed fool.' The Orc leader cursed inwardly.
Alex was right.
By the standards of the Wildlands, Alex had been not only justified—but restrained. Greater battles had been started over slights far smaller than any one of those offences.
This was the Wildlands, where chaos was the natural order.
And yet…
As a squad leader of Camp Red Rock's Guard militia, he could not simply overlook what had happened. Doing so would undermine the Guard's authority and set a dangerous precedent.
Chief Azgrug worked hard to maintain this fragile peace,' the Orc thought grimly. 'If this precedent stands, the chaos we barely hold back will return.'
He felt trapped—caught between a rock and a hard place.
The dilemma weighed heavily on him.
Alex noticed the squad leader's dilemma, but he said nothing.
'Fight or flight,' Alex thought coolly. 'Which will you choose, Orc?'
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
