Under the watchful gaze of the setting sun, Freddie and Gorak worked side-by-side, transforming their makeshift camp into a more permanent dwelling. Gorak's hut, twice the size of Freddie's, rose steadily, its sturdy frame a testament to the orc's strength and craftsmanship.

In those first few days, a tentative bond formed between the unlikely pair. Gorak, eager to repay his perceived debt, shared his knowledge of Veridian, the world they now inhabited. He spoke of the two elven kingdoms, one in the north, known for its elegance and affinity for nature, the other in the south, shrouded in mystique.

Gorak also described the dominant orcish tribe, notorious for their brutality, and the desolate eastern region they found themselves in – a place called the Scarred Lands. Freddie listened intently, absorbing every detail, his mind racing with the implications.

"So, we're in the most dangerous part of the continent?" Freddie mused, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Figures."

Gorak grunted in agreement. "It took me a year to reach these lands, avoiding the territories of stronger races. Elves would enslave me, or worse."

"Elves?" Freddie echoed. "You keep calling me that, but I'm not an elf. I'm a human."

Gorak paused, his brow furrowed. "Human? What is that?"

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Freddie explained his origins, his death on Earth, and his mysterious arrival in Veridian. Gorak listened, his disbelief slowly giving way to a thoughtful silence. It was a strange tale, but it explained the human's peculiar behavior and lack of knowledge.

"So, you are from another world," Gorak finally said. "That explains much." He then warned Freddie that those who saw his ears would assume he was a banished elf, the worst kind of criminal.

Months passed, and Tribe Genesis flourished. Their camp grew into a fortified haven, complete with storage, traps, defensive positions, and crafting areas. They ventured further afield, hunting for sustenance and collecting strange fruits to cultivate. The deeper they delved into the Scarred Lands, the more dangerous the creatures became, but so did the rewards.

One day, their hunt led them to a group of goblins fleeing from a Tharnak. Freddie and Gorak dispatched the beast with ease, and the terrified goblins, a family of seven, begged for their lives. Freddie, recognizing their plight and the potential value they could bring to his fledgling tribe, offered them refuge.

Among the goblins was a young male, barely fourteen, named Skratch. Despite his age, he was a skilled archer and eager to prove himself. Freddie and Gorak took him under their wing, training him in the ways of survival and combat. The oldest goblin, a female named Nazzak, expressed her gratitude by offering to help with the camp chores and teaching Freddie and Gorak about the edible plants of the Scarred Lands.

A year had passed since Freddie's arrival in Veridian. Tribe Genesis, now nine members strong, was thriving in the heart of the Scarred Lands. Freddie, surrounded by his newfound companions, looked to the future with a mix of trepidation and excitement. He knew challenges lay ahead, but he also knew he was not alone. He was Freddie, the reincarnated orphan, and he was building a home in this strange new world.