They made me a custom saddle for my warg and taught me how to ride it. I named it…
I continued to watch the orcs practice with their wargs as I waited for the Orc Chieftain to put together his reply to the treaty. I thought about that night so long ago when they had raided my village.
I came back later that night and dumped poison into their pens. I was safely in my tent when the wargs began to die in excruciating pain. They felt that their Gods had cursed them for some imaginary perceived slight, never suspecting me.
(Alchemy +15, Nature +15, Evil +10)
A few weeks later, I was called back into the Orc Chieftain's tent. He seemed very unsure of himself, obviously enjoying the concessions made in the treaty but also wanting to continue with the invasion.