A Royal Gamble

[Bay]

"Only in title if you so wish," Nirdrang smirked, "But more if you find yourself with a changed mind."

The king walked to a small silver box sitting on a nearby table, "I shall grant you a medallion, one which will identify you as belonging to my house. But know that if you call upon it to command my men, I will be forced to rescind your title and label you a traitor afterwards."

He walked back with a silver medallion in his hand, a roaring dragon etched on to it's face, "Lead your rebellion to the East, and have them fight in Drugziz. I shall provide you with details of the town's guards and weak points. Your rebellion should be able to capture the town easily with this information. Take supplies for at least two weeks and follow the river to the Gulf of White Spires. Flee as soon as the battle is won as I will be forced to muster the army as soon as I officially receive word of the slave rebellion. Once you make it to the coast, I shall have ships waiting for you there to take your rebellion to the Elf Kingdoms."

The king then sternly looked at Gar, "The fighting must be real half-orc. Your slaves will have to fight. Some will die. Do not make yourself known as my concubine unless absolutely necessary. Destroy that mine!"