Volk stared at the chieftain, his muscles tensing as he held back the urge to strike.
"What is your problem, chieftain?"
His voice was low, controlled, but there was a hint of frustration.
He didn't understand why the chieftain had attacked him so suddenly, and more importantly, why the older Orc was so furious.
The chieftain, his eyes filled with seething rage, stepped forward, his massive figure towering over Volk.
His gnarled hands gripped the handle of his sword tightly, and the air around him seemed to grow heavy.
"My problem?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the cavern. "You dare ask me what my problem is?"
Volk said nothing, standing his ground. He could feel the eyes of the other Orcs and Elves on them, watching in silence.
The older Orcs in particular seemed to be waiting for something.
The chieftain continued, his voice booming with anger.
