In the dense forest bordering the fire claw territory, Motan was dazed, his hands and feet bound on a stick, his mouth wide open in shock. This confused the beastman warriors carrying him, making them wonder if the boy had some kind of problem.
This group of about thirty were on their way to the largest orc base nearby. Stumbling upon Motan was unexpected, an unpleasant surprise.
The orc who found Motan while on a toilet break during rest time was quite downcast. He thought he had lost all principles and was worried that this weak human priest might fall in love with him.
