Role

Chapter 7

"Stoopid orcie! Yuh lurn stuff from dwarfie?! Weak!!"

Scowling, Gutulk whipped around and charged at the sow who had yelled out.
Her body leaned to the side as his axe cleanly bit through her leg, and
before she could scream in pain, he savagely bit off the entirety of her
face.

He snarled at the rest of the crowded orcs before leaving in a rage. Gutulk
would have none of the foolishness of training under Thror. Though he himself
was not fond of the concept of learning from a dwarf, Gutulk wanted power.
And to gain power, he needed strength. And what better way than to learn from
one of the best? Gutulk didn't care what he had to do, or whom he had to do
it to. He was a glutton for power, and he wanted all of it.