Karl ended up seated on the ground by the altar, with a semicircle of acolytes in front of him, invested in his stories of the battle zones along the border, and of his adventures in the time regressed instance.
That one was their favourite. Not only was there the story of saving Elven children, the Grand Priest Orthos could even confirm some parts of it personally, as he had been there for it.
What was better than a hero story that you knew was true?
"So, if you just stand there and don't flinch, the Orcs will respect your bravery and not just run you over?" One of the Acolytes, a boy about four years old, asked.
"That's right. If you have the strength, Orcs will respect it. Then you just have to prove to them that you're not bluffing.
