Durga paced frantically within the massive tent, Roran was out of big chains and completely uncomfortable to be back in this place. The last time he was here, Durga's third eldest daughter was melting into a black puddle after being poisoned by her pregnancy. It was one of the few times Roran was genuinely scared for his life, but he really had no way to control himself. There's never been records of a race like his own, he was literally a living breathing alchemy pot, but yet he was incapable of being bred...No! Thank use the word bred was to demean himself as the orcs have always done. He was a person who was alive, but because of what he was it seems he's incapable of ever finding love or having a family like he so desperately desires.