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They're Just A Kid

Chapter 12 || MAHRKART

"You better hope you are right if you wish to keep your blood under your skin. There is only 15 days left until your words become reality.” “Wait. 15 days?” They looked up, eyes wide. “Yes?” “IT’S IN 15 DAYS?!” “Are you that unaware of the current date?!” “I THOUGHT WE HAD MONTHS!”

Word Count: 8,719

CW: Internalized acephobia, prejudice against city orcs, mentions of racism, mentions of pedophilia

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“What is this?!”

“World Eater?!”

“Dragons?!”

‘By the Ash Pits…this is a mess!’ Krog huffed before glancing at Piper who seemed to try and make themself as small as possible. ‘What were you thinking?!’

“ Krogarz !” His gaze snapped at Chief Burguk who slammed his fist on the table, silencing the crowd. “Explain yourself! Now !”

“I—” What could he say? He had no idea about this. He thought that Piper might let them know of an upcoming drought or maybe a famine. He did not even conceive the idea of dragons returning. He cannot deny Piper’s claims. They have been right before, so there is a big chance it might happen if they said it will. Even if Piper did lie, they are likely to have to pay a Blood Price. He is certain he would be able to take it, but Piper will likely not make it out alive.

“Krogarz! Answer! Now!”

Both of them would be lucky to make it out without a scratch at this rate. “The child means no harm. They are a seer and I can advocate for their gift. If they warn us of dragons, it is likely to happen. It would be best to prepare for this foreseen future.”

‘Piper. We will have a long long talk about this afterwards.’

Chief Burguk narrowed his eyes before addressing Piper. “Child. Why did you only speak of this matter now?”

‘That’s—a reasonable question.’

“It just came to me.”

“ Just came to you?”

“You asked me a question and I answered. Whether you take what I say seriously or not is not my problem. It's obvious you don't like me, but will you put your dislike of me over the safety of your people is what I'm wondering.”

‘Kid!’ Krogarz was silently praying to Malacath for no misfortune to befall anyone at the round table right now. Especially Piper.

Much to his surprise, Chief Burguk simply turned to where his wives sat and started issuing jobs. “Gharol, prepare weapons that can cut through dragon scales and armour that can withstand fiery heat. Arob–”

“You might want to prepare for the dragons who have frost breath too.” Piper interrupted as the Chief shot them a glare before continuing his instructions, now in Orcish. Krogarz found it quite petty, especially towards a child. If it were not for the current crisis, he might have even found this amusing. “Arob, prepare for emergency rations and trade whatever you deem necessary with the humans in Markarth. Gorbash, inform the other strongholds of the return of dragons. Murbul, any concoctions to help resist fire and frost must be done.”

“Yes, my Chief.” They said in unison.

“Ghorbash, I would like to inform you that I will be heading North tomorrow and we can inform Mor Khazgur.”

He gave a firm nod at Krog's words. “Then I will go to Largashbur. Will you inform your own stronghold?”

Krogarz thought about it for a moment. “Please inform them in my stead. I still have business to attend to farther north.”

Ghorbash nodded and stood up from his seat to prepare. Others started getting up too, preparing for the incoming threat. He turned to Piper who was brushing their thumb over the embroidery of their coat, not making a sound.

“Kid,” they merely glanced at him, causing his eyes to narrow. “Let us take a walk.”

Without looking at him, Piper simply stood up, eyes casted to the floor. They were completely silent as they walked to the entrance of the stronghold. “Can we really just leave?”

“We are simply walking around the stronghold.” Piper did not utter a word as he opened the gate for them to walk out.

It was dark, but the moon was bright enough along with the lit torches of the stronghold made it easy to see where they were going. There was no route in mind. They simply walked. Quietly. The cicadas and soft rustling of branches from the fall wind were the only sounds that filled the silence between them. Even Barbas was not speaking despite being away from other people.

“Did I fuck up?” Piper suddenly asked with a trembling voice and he turned back to see them gripping their arm with their head hanging low “Are you in trouble because of me?”

“No,” he reassured. “Your words were simply too shocking to make sense.”

“Do you think I'm lying?”

He paused for a moment before saying, “You better hope you are right if you wish to keep your blood under your skin. There is only 15 days left until your words become reality.”

“Wait. 15 days?” They looked up, eyes wide.

“Yes?”

“IT’S IN 15 DAYS?!”

“Are you that unaware of the current date?!”

“I THOUGHT WE HAD MONTHS!”

“Huh?!”

“I’m sorry.” He frowned upon hearing Piper’s voice crack. “I’m really, really sorry Krog. I didn’t—I didn’t mean to cause problems”

“Hey, hey, Kid. Calm down.” Barbas reassured while placing a paw on Piper’s knee. “You were mindin’ your own business until that Chief decided to open his stupid mouth to rain on your parade.”

“Barbas,” Krogarz warned.

“What? He’s an asshole.”

“Have you not noticed that we are still right next to where the said Chief resides?” His arm was brought up to emphasize his point.

“Ah, so we can talk about him when we’re away.”

“That’s not–”

“Barbas. Please, stop. I don’t feel like talking shit and bitching right now.”

“Oh, uh. Alright.”

It was silent once more. Krogarz tried to think of something to say. Just before he could open his mouth, Piper said, “Can we go back?”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Barbas huffed.

“I’m just tired.”

“More than usual?”

“Get off my dick, Barbas. I wanna sleep.”

“Let us return then,” Krogarz made sure to be slightly behind.

Once they returned to the gates, everyone was hectically and tactfully preparing for the foretold dragon attack. The Chief with Arob, her son and other hunters were deep in discussion, while Gharol and her son were sharpening blades and tempered armour. The feast table was mostly empty with the exception of Murbul. “I’m going to help Murbul clean.”

“Hm? Clean?”

“Host hosts. Guests clean. That’s how it works in my culture.”

“But…you’re a guest?”

“Exactly. I gotta help clean since the host was so kind to cook and entertain me. Thems the rules. We kinda just use it as an excuse to spend more time together. I also just want an excuse to talk with Murbul.”

“I see. An odd practice, but if you explain it to Murbul, she might not take your request to clean as insulting.”

“Pips, the more you talk about your home and culture, the more confused I get,” Barbas uttered.

“Good. Keeps you on your toes. Or paws.”

“I have toes.”

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I’m heading back. See ya.”

“See ya.” Krogarz repeated while watching Piper, with Barbas following close by, heading over to Murbul talking a bit before they both started gathering the dishes to clean.

Looking around, Krogarz decided to head over to the forge, offering his hands to assist despite Gharol’s firm glare while grinding a sword. Thankfully, her son Umurn was quick to nod him towards the workbench with armour nearby. The three silently worked for the next couple of hours until the Chief and other relatives of the stronghold started entering the longhouse. Without a word, the three started cleaning their respective stations before heading to rest.

He let out a low sigh when sitting at the edge of the guest bed with armor set aside. It was later than the usual time he would sleep, but he felt a little restless. He looked at the bed across to see Piper under covers. Krogarz stood up and quietly walked towards Piper, staring at their

“Piper?” He called softly, but received nothing in response. Only soft snores and steady breathing. ‘Hm. They’re sleeping without trouble for once.’

With a satisfied hum, he heads over to his bed, trying his best to sleep after the disappointing and genuinely baffling events of today.

~|~|~|~

Krogarz stirred in his sleep, groaning awake, mind too preoccupied of Piper’s warning to have a deep sleep. Dragons. There were stories passed down by their ancestors of a time where dragons dominated Tamriel, but they were simply tales. A distant and almost forgotten history at best. Dragons returning is practically unfathomable.

‘No point thinking about it for now. It is still half a month away. I shall talk to Piper about this when we leave–’

“Thank fuck I just have to associate each symbol to the same alphabet. I don’t think I'll have to learn a new alphabet AND a new grammar system.”

“Well, your alphabet is quite peculiar.” Krogarz widened his eyes upon hearing Shel's voice replying. “Where did you say you were from?”

“I don't know. I don’t think I'm from Tamriel, but Krog is helping me find a way back. I'm surprised he prioritized his promise to me rather than heading home to warn his stronghold.”

“Promise?” Krogarz was quick to leave his bed to make his way to the dining area.

“Yeah. I–”

“Kid.” Shel, Piper, and Barbas turned to Krogarz who’s eyes were narrowed. “What is this?”

“I can’t sleep. Shel couldn’t sleep either. So now she’s teaching me to read and write in Cyrodilic.”

“No. Why are you speaking to her after what she’s done?” Krogarz said while glaring at Shel’s who avoided his gaze. Her face was bandaged, but her jaw looked intact. Possibly from Murbul’s medical knowledge. He feels like she should have left Shel to her demise.

“Ay, don’t worry about it. Water under the bridge. We’re chill now.”

“‘Water under’–? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I forgive her.” He gawked at Piper’s answer as they looked back at their notebook. “Okay, so I know this is the trade language, but what is the–”

“Apologies, Piper. But it would be best to end our study session.”

“What? Why?!”

“You are a smart child. I am sure you will pick up the script in no time. It is getting quite late.” Shel got up from her seat and walked towards Krogarz who kept a suspicious look. She looked up at him before bowing her head down, much to his surprise. “Krogarz, I have done you a great disservice and showed even greater disrespect. For that, I am sorry.”

‘I…well, that is…unexpected.’ He stayed quiet as Shel wished them good night before returning to the Chief’s bedroom.

“Wow. Thanks a lot, Krog,” Piper huffed and the tone made him aware that they were not, in fact, grateful. “There goes a good teacher who was willing to teach me the language script.”

“Why are you so close to Shel out of a sudden?” He ignored the obvious disconnect in Piper’s attitude with more pressing matters. “ When did you and Shel became so…amicable?”

“I talked to her in private before dinner.”

“That is all? A simple talk was enough to forgive everything?!”

“You want to wake everyone up or do you want to talk about this outside?” Barbas suggested as the two finally realized their voices were rising. “I’m honestly also getting quite tired just acting like a simple mutt. I have quite a lot to say.”

“Is this why Clavicus Vile wants you dead?”

“That’s a low blow. What is happening to you both?”

Piper simply responded by getting up from their chair and quickly left the longhouse. With a sigh, Krog followed suit, letting Barbas out before closing behind them. Once they were far enough away from the stronghold, Krogarz spoke, “I am sorry about yesterday. It was suphose to be a simple stoph, but instead you were hurt and faced undeserved hostility.”

“It’s fine.”

“No. It is not.”

“No, I mean, ‘it’s fine’ as in ‘I don’t care’.”

“You do not care that the Chief tried humiliating you?”

“He’s not the first and it won’t be the last.”

“You…don not care that Shel slapped you?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” They shrugged. “I’m over it. It wasn’t even that hard.”

“I still do not understand why you would talk to her after that.”

“She reminded me of my mom.” Piper shrugged as Krogarz frowned. “Shel, I mean.”

“With how much you praised your mother, I doubt she and Shel share any similarities.”

“Krog, you know what a ‘jerk’ is?”

“No. I cannot say I do.”

“Well, you’re acting like one right now. Jerk.” Piper huffed as Barbas chuckled.

“I do not see any reason to like her.”

“I’m not saying you should like her. I’m saying to treat her like someone from the stronghold.”

“But she is not from our strongholds.”

“Neither am I.”

“You are different.”

“How so?”

“You are Blood Kin.”

“I thought Blood Kin’s are below Chief wives.”

Krogarz snorted. “She is barely an Orc wife.”

“Well, no one seems to want to give her a chance to be.”

“She is a city Orc.”

“I’m from the city too.” Piper’s voice was getting a little louder as he frowned.

“You said you were not a noble.”

“I’m not? Just because we live in a city, doesn’t mean we’re nobility. Hell, the city I’m from doesn’t even have nobility! We were a colony abandoned by not one, but TWO monarchies! The French had the right idea in beheading and hanging their aristocracy.”

Krogarz did not understand most of the words they uttered. “No matter.

“You really believe that life for Shel was easier in the city?” Piper laughed, irking him for the first time. “Krog. Imagine you were only among humans that were always suspicious of you and looked at you with complete hatred.”

“That is already a reality–”

“Now imagine you had no stronghold and no community to return to.” Piper interrupted. “You are stuck. The only ‘safeplace’-” Piper raised their hands up with two fingers curling and uncurling. “-is only a building that is known as home, but even then, there’s the risk of break-in or the person you are living with is also your abuser. You can’t call for help if you’re a minority, because you’re likely the one to get arrested or hurt by the help you called for.”

“Adversity is necessary to grow. It does not give City Orcs any right to look down on us.”

“If life was so great in the city for her and if she looked down on stronghold Orcs, why would she leave and marry an Orc Chief?”

He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it. Pondering what to respond, Piper cut off his thoughts by adding, “Let's be honest, Krog. The only reason I'm being treated well is because the Orcs in this Stronghold respect you.”

“That may be the case, but they have come to acknowledge you as one of us.”

“Yes, but that opportunity was only possible because they respect you more than they hate outsiders.”

“She's an Orc who cannot speak our language.”

“I can't speak the language either.”

“You are no Orc. You are Blood Kin.”

“You know what I’m realizing the more I’m arguing with you?” Piper stopped and stood before Krog in defiance. “You’re right in saying that Mrs. Shel is nothing like my mom. She was actually reminding me of myself.”

“Huh?! Surely you jest!”

“I’m not jesting . She and I are alike. Not only as outsiders, but also because we both have no one and have no choice but to depend on the person who took us in. She has her husband and I have you. You’re the only one I can rely on. And Barbas. I only have you and Barbas in this world. Shel seems to only have her husband. Meanwhile, YOU have your own family AND the strongholds. Shel and I have no choice but to depend on you people! Why do you think I insisted on coming with you and trying to make myself useful to you?! I’ll literally die travelling Skyrim alone! That’s why!” Piper was breathing harshly after that outburst that stunned Krog. Sure, Piper was not one to hesitate to state their opinion, but they have been so meek that this active confrontation towards him was unexpected. “I’m not saying that this gives the right for the Chief to neglect his other wives or to have obvious favouritism, but both her and I are in survival mode right now! Just because it doesn’t look like it to you, doesn’t mean that she and I aren’t struggling to find our place in this new environment! I just…I guess I’m just luckier than her.”

Barbas was quick to reply, “Well, you're a clever kid. Even if our lovely Orc friend wasn’t there, I’m sure you would’ve made it out.”

“No. I wouldn’t.”

“I’m sure you would.”

“Barbs. I was in a bandit cave with an injured leg in a place where no one knows my existence. I have no fighting experience or survivalist skills. No amount of cleverness you think I have can deny the fact that I would be dead.”

“You should have more faith in yourself.”

“You need to stop being delulu and be more realistic.”

“Alright. What makes you think no one would help you?”

“Because people only keep you around when they deem you useful. If I don’t have anything useful to give, why would they keep me around?”

“I did not take you with me because I thought you were useful to me,” Krog replied as Piper simply scoffed, but he continued. “I took you with me because you were a scared child who wanted to go home. I am doing what any one should do. It is not honor. Nor is it phride. I simply want to do what is right with what I have been taught. Children are very dear to us Orcs and I am sure you are just as precious to your mother. You were gifted to her. And with that gift, she raised a wonderful and strange child. I am sure that she will want you back and I will make sure she does. You chose to share your gift of foresight and, for that, I am grateful. But even if you did not share your gift with us, or lacked it entirely, I would still be helphing you.”

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Piper scoffed. “I’m going back inside.”

“Piper. What is wrong?”

“Ha?” They turned with eyes narrowed.

“I do not understand why you are acting this way.”

“Acting in what way?”

“Hostile. Distant. Indifferent.”

“Sounds like me.”

“No. No it does not.”

“Well, it sounds like me when I was at home.”

“Piper,” he huffed, frustrated and with very little patience with little sleep. “What is wrong? Truely?”

Piper was quiet, but their narrowed eyes slowly eased and went downcast. “Sorry. I just wanna go home. That’s all.”

‘Ah.’ Krogarz rubbed his scarred cheek, pondering their words. It made sense to him, but he also found it slipping his mind quite easily until it became relevant. Piper does not even know where they are from in Tamriel and he is certain that they are hiding things from him. Granted, knowing about the future is something one might want to keep to themselves.

“Thanks though. For bringing me here. It felt like home a little. Before shit hit the fan at least.”

“Is that so?” Piper gave a nod to which Krog hummed. “I am glad then.”

“Do you think…” Piper stopped for a moment and took in a deep breath. “Do you think we could visit again? Like…just to see everyone and eat together again?”

That…was unexpected. He was so sure that Piper would never want to return after such poor hospitality of the Chief and the gall of that City Orc, but for them to want to return despite it? That was not even a possibility that crossed his mind. “Of course. I am sure they will be delighted to see you again.”

“Heh. The only social gathering I’ve ever looked forward to in my life,” Piper snickered before intertwining their fingers and stretching their arms up. “Welp. I’m feeling a little better. I'm heading back.”

“Sleeping?”

“As if. Far too late for that. I'm gonna work on learning the alphabet Mrs Shel was teaching me.”

Krogarz irked at the mention of her name. Even if Piper forgave her, he is far from forgiving her actions. Even if she was a stronghold Orc, he would not have been any less appalled. Perhaps he is being petty, but he does not want Piper to spend any more time with whatever Shel was teaching them. “Why do you not first take care of your hair?”

“Hah? It's fine.”

“It's full of knots. Did you not wash up?”

“I did.”

“Then why does it look worse than when we came?

“It's not that bad and it's not a big deal. I'll just–”

“I will comb your hair once we return. Do not argue with me.”

“Ay, no. Absolutely not. If you're anything like my mom, you'll be yanking my hair to the point I feel like I'm going bald!”

“I know what I am doing. We are putting care in your hair. It is for your own good.”

“Fine,” Piper huffed. “I guess I can read while you're doing my hair.”

“What? No, you cannot–”

“Why not? You're doing my hair, so I can keep myself busy by reading.”

“I–”

“You either let me read or you can forget about combing my hair.”

Krogarz narrowed his eyes as Piper simply raised a brow with arms crossed. Infuriating. Frustrating. He never thought he would think this about Piper during their initial interactions. Were they always this stubborn and he simply did not notice until now? Is he being unreasonable? The more time he spends with them, the more confused he gets. He usually is so sure of himself, but recent days made him have doubts.

His lack of answer led to Piper simply turning away and handing to the longhouse. Krogarz sighed and let out a groan.

“What do you have against reading?” Barbas asked as Krogarz simply clenched his jaws.

“I do not like that City Orc.”

“How petty. It's not like she invented reading.”

Krogarz simply grumbled and made his way back to the longhouse to focus on the task of undoing Piper’s awful hair knots. Children are frustrating, he knows that. He dislikes feeling as if he is being angry on Piper’s behalf, but he is certain that Piper must be more angry in regards to Shel’s treatment.

No matter the challenges she faced in the city as an Orc, her actions are unforgivable. If Piper refuses to acknowledge it, he suppose he can keep a grudge for the both of them.

~|~|~|~

“How unlike you. Sleeping in so late.” Krogarz groaned, slowly blinking the grogginess out of his eyes and the blur clearing the image of Gharol. “Slept well?”

“Wha-?” Krog widened his eyes and sat up from the bed with the Longhouse practically empty. In Orcish, he asked, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Long enough.”

“Where is–?”

“Learning new concoctions with Murbul. In the early morning at least. I do not know about now.” She hummed as Krogarz hastily sat on the side of his bed while putting on his boots. “The dog is with them too.”

“I thought so.” He started gathering his things and putting on his armour. “Anything else?”

“I am done with your request. I was waiting for you to stop by the forge, but you were not present since the break of dawn and everyone was getting worried.”

“Apologies. I slept later than I usually would.” Just as he said that, an involuntary yawn forced itself out. “Pardon me. I do not know how the child can go on with little sleep.”

“They apparently do not eat breakfast either. Murbul was quite stern in having them eat before teaching any sort of alchemy.”

“She managed to get them to eat?” Krogarz was genuinely stunned. “I should ask her for some pointers. I have yet to manage to make it a habit for the child.”

“Trouble with children? I never thought I would see the day.” She sounded genuinely amused. “Do make sure the child eats on the road at least.”

“You do not need to concern yourself with that.”

“Perhaps. I suppose you would be more interested in retrieving the blade you requested.”

‘Blade? Ah!’ Krogarz nodded and followed Gharol out of the longhouse and into her forge. She picked up a sheathed blade before handing it to him. “Thank you, Gharol.”

“Of course. Just be sure to deliver that sword to my daughter.”

Ah. Yes. The sword. He knew it was not his place. However, he saw Lash grow up during his travels to Dushnikh Yal and during times of celebration among stronghold Orcs. Cutting ties with the children, even if they are grown, feels wrong. Yes, he was indeed angry when Gorbash left to join the Empire, but the relief and joy he felt of his friend returning surpassed it.

Perhaps…the same could be said about Lash.

“Gharol, is…” he hesitated. “Is this truly what you want? Your daughter–”

“Krogarz, look at me,” Gharol said sternly. “Have you ever heard of a Forge Wife being dismissed by her husband in favour of a City Orc?”

“I…cannot say I have.”

“Then you cannot even fathom the humiliation I have felt. It seems as if no matter what I do or how hard I work, it will always be for naught. I am a joke not only outside, but even within my own home.”

“Gharol, you are well admired amongst the strongholds. I am sure that Chief Burguk is honoured to have you as a wife. This…temporary infatuation will pass.”

“If I am such an honour to have as a wife, why am I not sitting at the head of the table next to my husband? If I am such an honour to have as a wife, why are my blades and armour being sold for gold to adorn his newest wife? If I am such an honour to have as a wife, why is my husband so dismissive of my efforts? Why does that outsider who has no true Orc beauty get the attention I kept working and pleading for?!”

Gharol breathed deeply as Krogarz stared in shock. “Gharol–”

“Silence,” she ordered, to which he obeyed. “I do not want Lash to succumb to the same fate as I. If that means making sure she never returns, so be it.”

“Is that…” He hesitated in saying the rest. “Is that how you've felt? All this time?”

She didn't answer and instead asked a question of her own. “I thought you found me revolting that night.” Before he could protest, she quickly continued, “when your brother became Chief, I wondered what could have possibly caused you to not be Chief? I already gave birth to Lash and was carrying Umurn when it happened.”

He clenched his jaws as Gharol stared at him. He cannot tell her the truth. It will undo him and his already troubled stronghold. The others know of Narzulbur’s misfortune. There is no need for them to know his greatest shame.

“I don't know.” He said, more quiet than he intended as she continued her stare. “I wish I did. I don’t know why. Gharol, I…please do not speak of this to anyone. But…do believe me when I say that I never once saw you as revolting that night. I simply…was not ready.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I see. Either way, I am over it. That was ages ago and I am not pathetic enough to dwell on such things.”

“You are…over it?”

“Yes. Are you not?” Her voice held some amusement to it. “I would not be perturbed if you were not.”

“I–” He cleared his throat, feeling the heat rush up to his face. “Th–Thank you, Gharol. I shall deliver your message to your daughter.”

His promise earned a nod from her. “Fight well. May Malacath guide your blade.”

“And may Malacath guide your hammer.” He replied before walking towards Piper who was intently watching Murbul crushing ingredients with a mortar and pestle. “Kid. I need to speak with you.”

“Hah? Gimme a sec. Lola Murbul is showing me how to make a cure disease potion.”

“‘Lola’?” He repeated with brows creased.

“Grandmother in the child’s native tongue. Quite adorable if you ask me,” Murbul chuckled. “We are mostly done. We simply have to let the ingredients simmer and it will be done after filtering it.”

“Ah. Okay.” Piper leaned away from the alchemy table and approached Krog. “So?”

“Here.” He extended the sheathed Orcish dagger towards Piper who simply stared. A small tilt of the dagger made them bring up their hands that he gently placed into their grasp.

"What's this?" Piper asked while simply staring at the sheathed blade.

"It is an Orcish dagger with an enchantment." He nudged it towards them as they gently took it and pulled it out to observe the curved blade.

"What kind of enchantment?"

"All Orc children are given an enchanted dagger to protect themselves from enemies. Remember, only use it for enemies. Do not spar with it. One inflicted wound is enough to permanently make them walk through Nirn with a mark of death."

"So like…it curses them?" Piper asked. "I mean, Malacath is the Daedric Prince of curses, right?"

"Yes, but it is less of a magical curse and rather a permanent, glowing mark that every Orc who catches sight of it knows that they have harmed a kin. And the cost of harming our children is death."

"So like, whichever Orc, doesn't matter the stronghold, as long as the culprit has a glowing mark, it's free game?"

He smirked, "precisely."

"Huh. Neat." Piper replied while looking down at the blade. "So, uh, why give me one?"

He furrowed his brows. "I do not follow."

"I mean, I'm not an orc child. Isn't this kinda…I dunno, wouldn't it be deceiving for your people?”

"You told me some men are so sick in the head they enjoy children." Piper blinked and slightly opened their mouth, only for cracked mumbles to escape. "You may not be an Orc child, but you are a Human child under my care. Orc, Human, Elf. Children are children and I would be ashamed to face my kin and the Orc-Father if I let a monster get away with horrid acts. This is an added safety measure that will at least ensure justice. If I cannot behead him, at least another orc will. You may not be an Orc, but you are Blood-Kin. You are one of us because I said so. Understood?"

Piper blinked before nodding and clenching the sheathed dagger, “Got it.”

Krogarz helped Piper figure out the most optimal place to fasten their weapon. After some tests, they figured it best to attach it to Piper’s left side on the suspension loops of the pouch Runil gifted. Once Murbul’s potion-making lesson was over, they started gathering their things and wishing their farewells. Many were gifting Piper with furs, soaps, oils, provisions, weapons, but were met with Piper’s protests and denial. It would have been an insult to their hospitality had Piper not explained how it is common courtesy in their culture to deny at least two times and only accept when the hosts insist for a third time.

Odd…but alright.

He was amused when seeing how Piper’s pack was filled and offered to put some in his own pack in their steed. Just as they finished, Krogarz, Piper, and Barbas were making their way out the gate until an irritating voice filled him with dread.

“Piper!” Krogarz was insistent on walking but, to his dismay, Piper turned back to greet Shel.

“Ah. Hi, Mrs Shel.” Shel started walking forwards and Krogarz took a step in front of Piper, an arm blocking Shel from any chance of striking again. He’d be damned if he let this barbaric woman lay her hands on Piper a second time. She stopped at a safe distance, but Piper leaned aside to continue addressing her. “Is your jaw feeling better?”

“Yes. Murbul is a fantastic healer.” She smiled while fidgeting with a bag that had a light jingling sound. “I–I actually wanted to give you something before you left. M–My husband gifted me silver jewelry quite some time when I first arrived here, but it never looked good on me. It is why I asked for gold instead, but I could not bring myself to give the silver away. Gharol and Arob wanted nothing to do with them, but you stated interest in my armbands, so–” she unravelled the cloth to reveal several silver bands, rings, and even necklaces. Some had sapphires and other precious stones. “I–I would like you to have them. Wear them, sell them, smelt them, I do not mind. Consider them yours.”

‘Huh?’ Krogarz blinked as Piper stepped around him to get before Shel.

“Mrs. Shel. I appreciate it, but–”

“No, no! Do not turn this down! I insist! Were you not told that turning down an Orc’s gift is disrespectful?”

“Well, in my culture, we turn it down to show humility and only accept it when the gifter keeps insisting.”

“Well, like I said. I insist.”

“Well, I in that case, thank you Mrs. Shel.” Piper said softly while taking the cloth Shel tied back together before putting it in their travel bag. “Any other tips you want to give me?”

“You’d do best to fix your hair. You have nice features, so do not be afraid to show them. But by the gods! Get some rest! Your eyes are the most haggard looking I have ever seen on a person!”

“Can’t promise anything for sleeping more, but okay. How should I do my hair?”

“You can never go wrong with braids.”

“I don’t know how to braid.” Now Krogarz was also just as shocked as Shel upon this revelation.

“You cannot braid?” Krogarz was utterly stunned.

“Never learned. No one in my family learned to braid either. Just brush it and put it in a ponytail or a half-up do.”

“You have done no such thing since we met.”

“I haven’t found any hair bands to tie my hair.”

“We have leather strands. Bone disk What are you possibly talking about?”

“I never used those things.”

“Cyrodiil citizens also used ribbons to tie their hair,” Shel said. “I’m surprised you do not know how to tie your hair.”

“I do know! Just with a specific thing!”

“I simply thought you preferred to leave your hair down.”

“Well, yeah. I don’t like my neck exposed. It feels weird. You got long hair. What do you use?”

Krogarz did not utter a word, but simply turned to the side to show them taking two locks of his dreads and tied it around the remaining locks. With a slight tug, his locks were secured as he stared back at Piper who’s eyes were squinted. “Must be nice not having Asian hair.”

“Asian hair?”

“In any case, these should work,” Shel pulled out what Krogarz recognized as a Nordic brooch. “May I?”

“Sure.” Piper walked towards her and turned around. Krogarz was aware that Piper will do whatever they wanted despite his protests, so he settled in simply glaring as Shel worked through Piper’s now brushed out hair. She pulled the side of Piper’s hair back and put on the brooch with gentle care that genuinely surprised him before letting out a satisfied hum.

“There. Just as I thought. It looks much better on you.” Piper brought their hand up to feel the brooch and thanked Shel. Krogarz now got a better view of the jewellery in question. It looked to be made of silver and shaped like a luna moth and adorned in sapphires. “To be honest, I never had the opportunity to do someone’s hair. I should be thanking you.”

“You’ve done and given me more than enough Mrs. Shel. Who knows. Maybe I’ll come back with an awful hairdo that you’ll have no choice but to do my hair.”

“I’d like that very much,” she chuckled before looking a little more serious. “Now, remember. A child does not need makeup, but if you do want to put some on, avoid red cosmetics. Especially vivid rosy cheeks! And lipstick! You do not want to give the impression that a young lady is already trying to seduce men.”

“Ew. Patriarchy. Can’t wear red because I want to?”

“Yes, it is hard being a woman. You can never get anything right. You try to dress up and they believe you are too much, but when you take off a few bands, they say you let yourself loose.” She scoffed before eyeing Piper down. “That coat looks good on you. Blues look good on you. Yellows and pastel colours might also work. Even darker greens might compliment your brown skin, although you might look like a tree.”

“I like trees.”

“Darker greens will look good on you.”

“Perfect. Complimentary and helps with camouflaging against enemies by being one amongst the trees.”

“A tree?“ Krog hummed in thought. “Doubtful. Perhaps a sprout?”

Piper stood still before slowly turning their head towards him with an odd smile mixed with a glare. “Watch it, Krog. This sprout is within kneecap distance from you.”

“Truly? I assumed it only made it to my ankles.”

He snickered while avoiding Piper’s low kick to his calf. They tried to cut the conversation short for they were already leaving later than anticipated with Krogarz (embarrassingly) oversleeping and Piper wanting to talk to Shel more than necessary.

Once they were back onto the main built road, Piper let out a loud sigh that caught his attention. “Fuck. I’m good with social interactions for the next two weeks or so.”

“She sucked the energy out of you?” Krogarz snorted.

“No, you fucking asshole. I’m just not used to spending so much time talking and socializing. The amount of talking I did yesterday and today was essentially four months worth, so I’m beat.”

Just when he thought nothing could stun him more than the last, this was now at the top. “Do you truly not interact with other humans?”

“Not unless I have to.”

“Is the city not in abundance of people?”

“I’m not talking to every stranger that walks down the fucking street. I barely leave my room aside from going out for school or to run errands.”

“Do you dislike being with people?”

“Yeah. Absolutely. It’s exhausting.” Piper grimaced before blinking. “I–uh, not that your people are exhausting. I mean, I’m tired, but not because of them. It’s a me and only me problem and–”

“Aphologies for interuphting but I simply have to ask. Is socializing not a necessity?”

“It is. Technically. I just like being alone most of the time. I guess. I tex–I mean, write to a lot of people. But other than family and school, I just keep to myself. Is it really that weird for you guys? You’re pretty reserved. I thought you were an introvert.”

“I do not know what that means, but not liking to socialize for us Orcs means that you have either succumbed or revered Sheogorath.”

“Is this…are you calling me mentally ill?”

“Probably,” Barbas nodded. “You seem too solitary for a normal child.” “Fuck! From a Deadra of all people?! I’m normal! It’s not that weird when I’m from!”

“And where’s that?”

“Canada!” Just as they exclaimed, Piper’s eyes widened.

“Kanadah?”Krogarz repeated. “So…you remember where you are from?”

“Forget remembering. I never heard of such a place.” Barbas sounded confused. “I didn’t ask until now because you kept talking of home back at the stronghold but now I’m just more confused. You’re an anomaly, Piper.”

“Alright, alright. I get it. I’m fucking weird. I don’t belong here. I’m a freak.”

“I didn’t say that–”

“But you’re thinking it!”

“Do you always just assume what other people think?”

“What? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Enough.” Krogarz said sternly, earning an annoyed huff from both Barbas and Piper. “Do refrain from further needless squabble.”

“He started it.” Piper muttered while pointing at Barbas who growled a snort.

“Yeah, go ahead. I bet asking questions is a crime where you’re from too, huh?”

‘Malacath, grant me patience,’ Krogarz let out a deep sigh as the two kept arguing. Thankfully, the relentless argument ended after some time with Piper and Barbas letting out an annoyed huff while turning away from each other. They continued walking in silence with the wind gently blowing from the East with a sunny day.

“Smells like it’s gonna rain.” Piper suddenly said, making him frown.

“What?”

“It just smells like it’s gonna rain.”

“Is that a prediction or intuition?”

“It just smells like it’s gonna rain,” Piper repeated. “Fuck. We don’t have any umbrellas or raincoats.”

“How long do we have?”

“No idea. But it’s gonna rain.”

‘Great.’ He thought. There was not much shelter and Mor Khazgur is still about a day's travel. Two when counting Piper’s walking speed. This is not without mentioning how Piper’s temper seems to have shortened from their usual nonchalance. He hoped he did not do anything to upset them.

Up ahead, the outlines of the snowy mountains and towering trees did not soothe any concerns for shelter. Instead, he felt a sense of dread rise as their one potential means of shelter might be the city ahead. Markarth, as he remembers it spoken in Dushnikh Yal. A big city with wealth so unimaginable that Chief Burguk can afford to adorn one of his wives and still prosper without having her put in work. As much as he thought it would be best to seek shelter elsewhere, he looked down at Piper who walked without complaint, but with an obvious frown.

Perhaps…being among humans would be good for them. Even if they prefer solitude.

“Would you like to enter Markarth?” Krogarz asked as Piper whipped her head to him and shook her head.

“Nope. Corrupted as shit. Rather get out of that.” The immediate refusal stunned him. “Although…I would like to see the Dwemer museum one day.”

“Dwemer museum?”

“Yeah. It’s just a place where there’s a bunch of Dwemer stuff. I would just like to see the machinery really.”

“Alright then. Let us move.”

“Yeah. Better head over to the other stronghold–”

“No, I meant the city,” Krogarz elaborated.

“Hah?! Aren’t we supposed to warn Mor something about the dragon attack?”

“Yes, but you stated that it will rain soon. It would be best to seek shelter. We can spend some time seeing the museum you were talking about.”

“Oh, it’s closed anyways. So don’t worry about it.”

“For what reason?”

“Giant spider in the research area. So the court wizard also closed the museum.”

“So if the giant spider is gone, the museum opens?��

“Well, yeah.”

“Let us go then.”

“Krog, you really don’t–”

“Is this about you refusing for humility or refusing for disinterest? If it is for humility, I assure you that it is of no concern.”

“Krog, I don’t–”

“Piper, just take his offer. You two will argue for hours if you don’t,” Barbas sighed.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from an immortal dog who’s a literal god.”

“I’m a servant to a Deadric Prince. Not an Aedra. You should know this.”

“You’re a different type of god. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re immortal.”

“It’s precisely because I’m immortal that I won’t subject myself to some humble competition for longer than I have to.”

“Says the dog who was arguing with me literally 20 minutes ago.”

“Honestly, it’s quite entertaining. You were so meek when I first met you and now you’re arguing with a Daedra.”

“I’ve been more tired than usual lately, so that checks out.”

They started walking towards the city and just as they reached the stables, Krogarz finally noticed the sky getting darker, but it is still some time before rain pours. They walked up to the stares and Krogarz felt Piper lean closer to him, their eyes glancing at a Nord man with a large dog that looks like Barba, but they were most likely a normal dog and not a Daedra. The guards were most unwelcoming in their address and the ominous words of “don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong” was less than comforting. Especially in the upcoming storm.

Nonetheless, they let them passed and went to open the gates. Just as he was about to walk, Piper quickly grabbed onto his armor.

“Wait.” Piper gripped onto the fur of his armor, halting him from going further. “When we get in there, get your weapon ready. There’s going to be a guy planning to kill a woman at the meat stand.”

~|~|~|~

“Keeping yourself busy and productive as always, I see.” Krogarz looked back to see his sister-in-law, Galka who smiled at him.

“Greetings, sister.” He gave her a nod before returning to focus on peeling potatoes. “I hope your child is not giving you too much trouble.”

She laughed and gently rubbed her pregnant stomach. “She’s been very considerate so far.”

“‘She’?”

“I highly believe Mauhulakh and I will be having a daughter.”

Krogarz hummed as he dropped the peeled potato in the bin and grabbed a new one. “Either way, I look forward to your child being born. It’s been a while since we’ve had children running around Narzulbur.”

“You mean, it’s been a while since you and my sweet husband were the last children in Narzulbur,” she teased, only earning a huff in response. “Or did you miss it when your little brother was a child you got to dote on?”

“Everyone adores children.”

“You would be quite surprised. There are some Orcs who abhor children.”

“Well, they are not true orcs to begin with,” he scoffed. “What kind of adult does not take the responsibility of caring for the next generation with pride?”

She simply hummed in response. Silence enveloped the two as Krogarz continued peeling potatoes until Galka broke it by asking, “Krogarz? Why did you not become chief?”

He froze, halfway through peeling as she clarified, “You are quite capable and even my father used to voice that he still cannot comprehend why you are not chief.”

“Careful, sister. If my brother were to hear you, he will get upset.”

“Hm, indeed. The price to pay for a kind and doting husband who simply cannot keep his hands off me,” she chuckled. “My one fear is that his love for me is greater than the love he has for our children.”

“I do not follow.”

He waited for her to clarify, but after a moment, she instead asked, “Have you ever wanted children, Krogarz? Children of your own, that is.”

“Your children are the children of the stronghold and therefore mine as well.”

“You know what I mean,” she sighed. “Truly, Krogarz. You sure know how to dodge questions.”

“I do not want my answers to be misunderstood.”

“Then answer clearly.”

He let out a deep sigh and dropped his last peeled potato in the bin. The two sat in silence, the wind bringing the smell of fresh flowers of late spring. “I have thought about it and as nice as it sounds, I do not wish to go through the hassle of bearing children.”

Galka scoffed. “As if you’re the one who will carry the child.”

“I didn’t-argh!” he grit his teeth as she pulled his locks before laughing. “You know what I meant, sister!”

“You do not wish to spend a night of pleasure.” She hummed as Krogarz paused the rubbing of the back of his head. “Hm, how odd. You have no desire to be with someone?”

“Only the chief is allowed to have wives.”

“Oh, please, Krogarz. You know you can have a wife as long as your brother gives you permission. You are simply prohibited to have children. And even if you simply wanted to have sex, you are not forbidden from it. You truly never felt lust for someone?”

“No.”

“Not even Gharol gra-Largashbur?”

A heavy silence befell the two as Krogarz paused. He should answer, but he could not. No words, not even lies laid on his tongue. The way she looked at him made him realize she knew his answer.

“Please,” he whispered, like a child who's ashamed of his actions, “…do not tell anyone. I do not understand what is wrong with me.”

The two sat in silence and after a minute, Krogarz started picking up his peeled potatoes and cutting them in smaller pieces for easier boil. The longer Galka was silent, the more Krogarz’s hands began to tremble and the lump in his throat got bigger. He worried that it might be bile, but whatever it way, it stayed stuck, making it hard to breathe.

“I do not think there is something wrong with you.” She suddenly said as he turned to her with eyes widened.

“What?”

“I don’t really understand it either. The lust or desire everyone is talking about.”

“Truly?” He whispered. “Th–Then why…how do you…”

She chuckled. “Oh, Krogarz. Ask away. But if you are asking why I still do it, it’s nothing extraordinary. It feels good and my husband likes it. That is all.”

“Well, uh…I’m glad my brother and you are enjoying….yourselves.” He grimaced at his own words and regretted them the moment he said them, making Galka snort before letting out a fit of laughter. “Sorry, I…I think our situations are quite different, sister.”

“Yes. They are,” she snorted. “But either way, I think you will be fine. I also know my children will be well taken care of with their uncle.”

“You may be the only Orc who uses flattery.”

“I assure you that I am not the only one who believes this. Admit it, you have a soft spot for children. More than the average Orc.”

“Of course I do! Children are precious and rely on those grown. How can I not care for them?”

“Well, if Malacath permits, I hope he brings you a child to call your own despite our traditions,” Galka smiled. “And I know that I can leave my children in your care if anything were to happen to me.”

Her words took him aback. “I do not need a child of my own. I am perfectly content with simply doing my responsibilities as the Chief’s brother.”“Yes, yes. Teaching the Chief’s children. Protecting and scouting the outskirts of the stronghold. I simply think some change in tradition might be good.”“You sound like a city Orc,” he huffed.

“Heh, perhaps. I know I am not the most desired bride but I am grateful to Mauhulakh for adoring me so. I am also grateful for how welcoming you are.”

He hummed. He has heard of Galka being an oddity in Dushnikh Yal with little interest in traditional Orc life and was instead invested in the history of Cyrodiil, much to her father’s dismay. Krogarz never truly knew her outside of what he overhears and whenever he talked with her brother Gorbash and he mentions her stories of the Empire. It would be a lie if Krogarz said he did not pin the blame on her for being the reason Gorbash left to join the Empire’s army, but he made his choice. Pinning it all on Galka would be unjust. After all, she stayed while Ghorbash left. He supposed the reason she never left the stronghold to go to Cyrodiil was because she did not possess any particular or exemplary skill they would be looking for. It is likely why she was also not the most desired bride but his brother was not the most desired husband either.

But all that matters not. Not anymore.

His brother loves her. She is now Krogarz’s sister. And she is bearing the future child and possibly children of Narzulbur. There is no better outcome for Narzulbur after years of nearly being destroyed from outsiders and insiders like himself.

All because he could not bear to lay with another.

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