It took quite some time to convince Ghiras to leave the tribe. I kept telling her that only if we left all the old fashioned traditions behind could we be together, her and I. I knew she loved me but all her childhood she had been growing up thinking she would be forge-wife of some old chief. And by the time she became pregnant, I'm sure she wasn't ready to up on all she had imagined but soon I had her convinced - we couldn't stay with the old ways. She was too afraid to bring to subject up with her brother, who was the chief-to-be, as their father was getting old and the time for challenging him was coming yet closer. It then became my duty to deliver the news of our upcoming flight to her brother. To our luck he didn't take it all too bad, in fact he felt relieved at my proposal and wanted to come with me; I had expected him to be somewhat of a weakling. What troubled him was our alliance with the rebellion. Like his sister he wasn't one for breaking traditions and such spoke the Orcs' alliance with the Legion. Yet the thought of never seeing his sister again became too much for him and he agreed to leave with us. Knowing where the rebels crossed the border to High Rock, it wasn't hard to establish ourselves in a small cave close to there. Our aid was not only welcomed but needed.
- Molarg gro-Brolark
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