When the Warhammer tribe was mentioned, a flicker of emotion flashed across Dace's eyes, as if he were recalling a distant memory.
"Lord, this Warhammer tribe is quite intriguing. They're straightforward yet formidable."
"While we were sweeping through the orc territory, I got into a fight with their chieftain."
Dace stole a glance at Orion. He thought Orion would be interested in hearing about the outcome of that fight, but Orion remained silent, waiting for him to go on.
"I won that duel!"
"From then on, the Warhammer tribe submitted to our Stoneheart Horde and paid significant tribute."
"However, these orcs didn't want to move to Stoneheart City. They insisted on staying where they're familiar, guarding their own territory."
"Of course, half of their tribe's bloodline warriors joined our armies."
Dace snuck another look at Orion. After a moment's hesitation, he ventured,
"Lord, should we go have a look at the Warhammer tribe?"
