The following journal is written in exceptionally elegant orcish script on rough parchment, bound in leather.
Grugg died today. About time. He lasted a full day longer than I expected. Now I owe Sai a gold piece. He is slower to see others’ fail. But the herd is stronger when the weak are dinner. The army grows stronger each day. This is good.
I saw another young orc at calvary training. He seems to be doing good. I will watch him more. The time will come to choose one’s men. I must watch now to know who to choose.