Murkfang was strung up in the village square for all to see; he was like a sight attraction as humans all looked at him with both disgust and contempt.
The children spat on him, and a few even urinated on him. He was incredibly malnourished, and the heat of the sun made sure he was dehydrated as well.
It was torture, and Murkfang realized how much the outside world hated them.
The orcs' hatred toward them didn't even come close to this.
The humans did enough to keep him alive, but he could find some reprieve when the sun set.
The cruel weather and mocking humans were nowhere in sight.
He understood one thing — these creatures were vermin because the hate they expressed had no logic.
He understood why the orcs hated them, but there was nothing for the humans to hate to this degree.
Murkfang was on the verge of giving up, but he heard a whisper originating behind him.
It was late into midnight at this point, so there was no reason for anyone to be out here.
