Hellie scratched the back of her head, "I don't know most of that."

"..." The Orc sister glared at Hellie.

"What?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT! You obviously saw him, so why don't you know anything! I knew I should of talked to Midka instead! Ahhh!" The Orc sister picked up an old book from her desk and sent it flying across the room, where it hit a pile of stacked books sending them toppling to the floor.

"Don't be like that, Demze... I know some things..."

Hellie's sister Demze propped up her head on her desk with a bored look, as she waited for her sister to spill what bit of dribble she found out about the Legbreaker.

Hellie went over to Demze's bed and brushed some of the books off onto the floor, as she took a seat at the edge, "So... He's... Different than most Humans."

"He was physically strong enough to break a grown Orcs leg... I'd say that already makes him different, but go on..." Demze waved her hand.

"He... Looks at me with lusty eyes. He's a lusty human, Demze."

Demze's hand slipped where it was holding her head. As she recovered, she asked, "He what?"

"I can feel his eyes roaming me the same way as the others do. I've never had a Human make me feel like that." Hellie nodded with certainty.

"Interesting. Very interesting." Demze rubbed her left tusk in thought.

"Yeah, and he doesn't... Look as bad as I first thought." Hellie said feeling slightly confused.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He's... Kind of fat, but he isn't??? I'm not sure. He has massive muscles under all of that weight. I tested his honor, and I could see his muscles bulge. Even his veins pushed his fat out of the way to expose themselves. So weird." Hellie spoke while thinking.

"Fat over muscles? What does his face look like???" As Demze spoke, she went to a corner and collected a few books, and went back to her desk. She flipped through these books quickly.

"I don't know. He wore his helmet the whole time."

"Really? What color is his skin?"

"Like... Pale, but tan? I don't know... It's not really classic human tan or Orc skin brown or red... Definitely not green."

"You said you tested his honor... What kind of Knight is he?" Hellie continued through her book.

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"Well, that's just the thing!" Hellie made an exaggerated expression with her arms, "He has the strength of at least a Knight, but he can't cultivate! By his own word, he admitted he can't"

[He's an Orc!? He's got to be an Orc...] Demze thought to herself, as she thumbed through a book she received about the bondage of Orcs in Human empires.

"Hellie, did he say what he did back in the Human Kingdoms?"

"He said he did a lot of manual labor," Hellie admitted freely while tilting her head.

[Slave... How can I use this?] Demze tapped on the page that showed a fat looking Orc on the page, with his teeth missing. She had read that Captive Orcs would have their bottom tusks removed as humiliation and a way to break them, even at youth.

"We need to see his face," Demze spoke aloud.

"Well, I take it he's always ready to fight. He wore his helmet and chest armor the entire time I spoke to him. It seemed he might have woke up like that."

[A moving cage???] Demze thought too much, [I can use him... Cousin thinks he can gain full control of the clan.]

"I can't wait to tell Midka about him. He's so interesting. I plan to bet on him in the slave pits!"

Demze rubbed her tusk a bit in thought, "Go ahead and bet everything on him if he fights human's that have no cultivation. He will always win."

"I thought so too!" Hellie clapped her hands together.

"In fact... Borrow money, as much as you can! Place it all on him. Every round he fights a human without cultivation."

"Oh? Are you sure to borrow? Such a large bet might spook the bookies."

"Don't worry about that. I will send some of my servants to spread some words about the Legbreaker."

"I'll leave the thinking to big sister, as always! I'm going to go find Midka!" Hellie clapped her hands again and stood up.

"I can save you the trouble. Midka will be coming home late. She's still practicing with Uvog. She's at a critical moment." Demze advised her sister to stay her place.

"Critical?"

"Yes. In her Shaman training, she will be tested to see what element will speak to her."

"Oh, that's great! I hope she gets fire! Then she will be able to roast meat whenever we want!" Hellie was happy for her sister and looking at the idea of how to improve their living.

"Not only is that a grave misuse of the elements, but we have flint and stone for that..." Demze shook her head, as she facepalmed.

"In that case, do you have an idea of what I should do?" Hellie was at a loss now.

"Tell me if you are attached to this Legbreaker."

"I... Umm... Yeah. I know I shouldn't be, but I am strangely attached to him. Why do you ask?" Hellie was so honest, that she never thought to not say how she felt... At least not to her sisters.

"This can be a good thing. With that, I know what you need to do. I need you to go start a drinking party on the other side of town at the 'Old peon's sty' bar. Have as much fun as you want. We will make the money back with the bets, but don't sleep around. I want you to keep your lust to yourself. Maybe that 'Human' will have a better opinion of you if you don't act like a slut for a few weeks."

Disregarding the slut comment, Hellie agreed, "Demze, you know I haven't slept with anyone since I became stronger than Slugga. If he can't beat me, or anyone for that matter, then they don't have the right to this body. Hump!"

Shaking her head, Demze knew her sister well but still didn't agree with her sister sleeping before being declared wife of the strongest. It wasn't a problem with the strongest, but there was a system in place. What if the next strongest takes place, and he only wants virgins...

Interrupting Demze's thoughts, Hellie had already left for the bar named leaving behind a simple phrase, "See you tonight, sister!"

Demze laughed to herself...

[Ole' Sharog Rocksmasher thinks she can muscle into my area with her little bit of coin and influence... See how Hellie turns your bar into a mess!] Demze laughed to herself, as she went back to reread the book concerning enslaved Orcs in the human kingdoms.