Vidarok lay on a small cot within the Skullcrusher Clan fortress. Despite his best efforts, he could find no rest.
"Evidently, it has hidden itself within the halls of this fortress." he thought to himself.
Hours had passed, and still no answer had come. He had retired to his chamber some time ago after completing his application. Suddenly, just as the elusive rest he sought began to spring from its hiding place, he heard footsteps echoing down the halls. He did not stir; indeed, he hardly knew whether or not the Orc that was coming to his room was coming to execute him. If he lay still, he would have the element of surprise and then...he stopped short.
"What am I thinking? This is not a prison. The humans hold no more power here than a breeze would against a battlement!" Vidarok muttered.
His musings were interrupted by the sound of the hatch on his oaken door sliding open. A flicker of light peaked through the doorway, revealing a peon with a letter in his hand. The peon, believing Vidarok asleep, left the note on the floor and left the chamber. As soon as the door shut, Vidarok leapt from his bed and broke the seal on the scroll so that he could read its contents.
"Lat am ab uz!"
~Warboss Grulg~
~Vuduboss Uglutz~
A shout of exultation exploded within Vidarok's torso, but he managed to hold it in. He surveyed his humble surroundings, and then looked at the letter again. A wide grin spread across his face and he climbed into his cot. As he felt sleep enveloping him, one word blazed in his mind."
"Home."