At that thought, Orion swept his gaze around the room and spoke calmly:
"The prophet makes a good point. After we melt down this batch of materials, eighty percent of it goes toward arming the Horde's Hunting Party, cavalry regiment, and the management tier of the cannon fodder troops. The remaining twenty percent, combined with some specialized wood and bone, will be used to make weapons for everybody else in the cannon fodder ranks."
Having settled the matter of materials, he continued:
"Over the past couple of days, I've asked around, and everyone's got a pretty positive view of the Thunderstorm Bearmen. So, I've decided to draw thirty thousand people out of the cannon fodder troops and officially make them our Horde's ninth major race."
The atmosphere in the chamber grew noticeably uncertain for a moment, as most of those present frowned and tried to puzzle out the implications.
