Location: Athal City
Holed up deep under Athal City, Hräsh and Hläng contemplate the perils their homeland faces.
Hläng: Hräsh, when do you think we'll be able to go home?
Hräsh: Home? What home?
Hläng: Well, Dachoen, I guess.
Hräsh: We can't go back there. Were'nt you paying attention? The Ludimarites control Dachoen now. All the orcs are dead, or worse, zombies. Well, except for Haudhlagh.
Hläng: All of them, dead?
Hräsh: Probably. Well, I suppose some on the ships may have escaped. And I don't suppose they killed all the orcs on Sáregris [Sarthorn], just those in Dachoen.
Hläng: I guess so.
Hräsh: They will probably strike Chormbach [Cormuk] soon; then they will control most of Sáregris [Sarthorn]
Hläng: What are we going to do about it?
Hräsh: Do? What can we do about it? An army of undead is marching across our homeland, Hläng. There's not much we can do about it.
Hläng: So we're not going to do anything?
Hräsh: I didn't say that. Of course we're going to do something.
Hläng: What can we do then?
Hräsh: I don't know. Maybe we can get help to Chormbach.
Hläng: From where?
Hräsh: Maybe from Laurandh [Lurand]; it's nearby and Count Hanel might be concerned Laurandh would be next in a Ludimarite invasion of the Teeth. Or maybe even Chathroen [Kothreon].
Hläng: Not if they find out we used to raid their trading ships.
Hräsh: That was the law of the seas.
Hläng: Well we won't tell them that.