Danath shook his bald head and ran a hand through his silvering beard, trying to recall the boy's name. Farrol, that
was it. "You've not faced orcs before, have you, Farrol?" he rumbled.
"No. sir!" Farrol replied with a wide grin that showed how young he really was. "But I'm looking forward to it, sir!"
"I'm not." Danath replied, making the soldier gasp and stare,
"You're not?" the boy asked, his voice faltering a little as he noted his commander's grim expression. "But why not.
sir? We're going to trample them, aren't we? I heard that there weren't many orcs left anymore, and they're hiding in
the woods and the mountains like wild animals!"
"The ones who got left behind when the portal closed, that's true," Danath agreed. "But that's not what we're dealing
with here. They think the Dark Portal's going to reopen. Do you know what that means?" The soldier gulped, and
Danath raised his voice to make sure the soldiers saddling their mounts
around them could hear him as well. "It means we won't be facing a ragtag group of orc survivors, boy— we'll be
facing the Horde, the largest fighting force ever seen. And that force has never been defeated, not in truth."
"But we won the war, sir!" one of the other men— Vann, Danath recalled—protested. "We conquered them!"
"That we did," he agreed. "But only because some of their own forces turned on them and we were able to crush
them at sea. What we fought at Blackrock was only a portion of the true Horde, and even then it was a close thing."