The small pepole in the cart all watched the child there eyes flicking back and fourth to one another as if speaking without words. there food came in bukets and this bundel was new and unknown in there new hellish lives,before any could stop her a young women crawled twords the child.
She would have been beautif if not for the splatter patern of black and blue bruises across her face ,her ragged dress coverd in blood and ripped to the point there was no way to tell what it would have looked like.Her hands although dirty and bloody were gentale as she picked the tiny bundle up she gasped in shock as she looked up at the rest of the pepole in the group.
"Its a human baby the rest of the pepole" her voice was ruff as if she had gon days without water but her tone was one of a suprised laughter. Slowly walking tword her the rest of the captives, there fear turning to confusion and curiosity began to talk in hushed tones.
"a human?"
"does he belong to somone from another cart?"
As there questions filled the air a low and gruff voice shook the cart it wast a loud shout but the voice was just one that would naturally carry evan in a whisper. An old man slowly walked so he was infront of the young woman and the child his dark grey eyes looked down at the child he took the child from her and looked , his bushy eye brows razed up the so they hung over his heavy hairless brow. He looked at the young girl infront of him and smiled showing that he was missing a few teeth. "You were half right my dear, this is not a human this is a beserker".
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This statement had a extreame reaction from the group all of the pepole jumped back the chains ratteling tje old man laguhed at this his thick finger lightly tickiling the babys chin "this is just a baby and im sure hes harmless" as if to couter this point the beserker child bit the finger near his face some quite instinkt telling him to defend himsel.
Showing no sine of pain the old man sat with the baby in his lap his old body letting out pops and cracks. "i know you have herd that the beserkers are wild and savege that even orcs see them as barbarians. Many heads nodded there agreement.Many of you are right but what you dont know is that this child is like us he is lost and alone and even the most savege animal can be taimed.
Some iron apreared in his voice "I GEROLD SOLDIN OF THE DWARF CLAN OF SOLDIN NAME THIS CHILD GRON AND I NAME HIM A MEBER OF MY CLAN AND MY SON. The other dwarf all stood in shock there mouths hanging open in shock as the elder dwarf began to sing to the baby in an old dwarf laungage.
The dwarfs got used to the baby as it never cried and many belived it was a mute but they never got close to it as the chld only ate blood the old dwarf would take the meat and juice it fedding the baby in drops.The orcs would drag the carts a few miles every day then hunt and throw the worst part of the meat to the slaves.
On the 9th day somthing changed there was a scream as an orc fell a crossbow bold sat in its necka rain of bolds sang out sinking into the orcs then a scream rang out " for clan soldin"