As the dawn dragged on and the atmosphere in the cold windy air continued to thicken, a murmur passed through the crowd as someone had gone to fetch the Labor Orcs who had awakened the Grum-gar form.
In the stillness that followed, Lak'Ran's booming voice cut through the quiet.
"So, Volk," Lak'Ran began, his tone dripping with mockery, "you accuse me, Lak'Ran Durghan, of being a traitor? You stand here, trembling in your little boots, calling on the Labor Orcs to vouch for you?"
He took a step forward, chest puffed out with arrogance. His eyes gleamed as if enjoying the spectacle.
"You think I don't have friends among the Labor Orcs? People who would stand beside me rather than listen to your ridiculous claims?"
Lak'Ran paused, grinning as his eyes roved over the gathered crowd.
