Ball's Fall

[Duerric]

Two Sunderian legionaries kneel slowly down to the body.
"Hmm ... is he death?", asks the the first one with aversion.
"Yes.", says the second man without a mark of regret and points the half-orc wide open mouth: "It seems he's lost something."
"Yep. Sad, I thought I'll take his tusks as a talisman.", answers the first one.
"Yeee.", laughes the second. After a minute, when he examines the corpse, he says coldly: "Bear ..."
"... and a dagger", points the first lagionary half-orcs back quickly.
"Yeee.", repeats the second man again and starts to check the hafl-orc pockets. When he finds some coins he shows them victoriously to his friend: "Look!", smiles at him.
"Wow, we should visit Sundren I know some pleasant place.", returns him the smile.
The both men stand up and look at the hafl-orcs body awhile, then the second one points the little Viridale Forest river. The first legionary approvingly nods and with effort kicks the body down in the water. The slight stream carries away the Ball's body like the time carries away the suffering of mortal life.

[joker]

While stalking through the Viridale, Corvus comes across the body slowly drifting downstream. He wades into the water and pulls the man to shore. Then, he notices that this is not man, but an Orc Blood. He thinks for a moment. Then he remembers what that damn monk said.

"Not all orcs are evil!" Says the monk.
"I have never met a good orc!" Corvus replies.
"One of my masters was an orc. He was not like the rest of his kind. He was gentle and hard to anger." Comes the quick response from Alcander.

Corvus fights with his own feelings of anger and hostility towards orcs. Then he realizes that the monk may be right. He slowly drags the half-orc to the Druid Glade and leaves the body at the Keepers feet. Then, without a word leaves.