"Do you see those fools and cowards, young ones?" intoned deeply by a man twice the size of a mature orc– a greenskin species distinct to be the most warlike race even among the Demi-humans; far stronger to their goblin cousins yet inferior in intellect– aged a decade past his prime, yet not as burly as he was at such age, indicating that the added years merely contributed not only wisdom and experience, but further developed his physique as well. "I expect little of them in the first place, but my disappointment exceeded beyond expectation. I knew the Shiradonii chariots are far long obsolete, overshadowed by the much agile cavalry we use today. I only brought them here to pacify the urges of the other thanes whom still revel every festival about the past glory of our war chariots. But who knew those charioteers were much inferior as well in terms of will and bravery. A thrall would fare better."