I was happy to have helped, but I had my own destiny in mind. I turned down the offer to become a druid and continued onward toward the orc nation. Even though I didn't become a druid, I still learned a lot from the fey creatures.
(Nature +15)
We arrived at the great orc city. It wasn't really a city, but more of a collection of orc tribes. They had pelt houses and wooden enclosures that stretched across the wilderness. They were a rough species, but they allowed us to pass with only a few bad words and dirty looks. We stopped at an inn to rest before presenting ourselves to the Orc Chieftain.
"You must be the great wizard I heard about," the Orc Chieftain said to me when we arrived.
"It's rare for an elf to travel through the wildlands and live to tell about it."
I gave him the peace treaty that Fraledan had given us.
"You will stay with us and bring back my reply."
The enormous orc warrior waved to his attendants, who led us to a tent for us to stay in.
It was during this time that I learned more about orc culture. They were cruel at times, but they were also intensely loyal to those they respected. I learned that they had a very strong sense of honor and unwavering morals. I watched as they tended their warg packs, teaching their young to ride the enormous wolf-like creatures. They were harsh with the ones that fell, but I saw pride and confidence grow upon their young faces once they had finally mastered the skill.
I was surprised when I was invited to try my luck at riding one of the beasts. The large gray warg looked at me with intelligence in its eyes. I got on and found that it was much faster than a horse; I imagined that it would also be extremely vicious in a fight.
"Keep it," a gruff voice said.
I was surprised to see the Orc Chieftain watching from across the pen. He turned away without saying any more.