When his brother pulled away the half-remaining hornet liquor, his brother nodded several times and said cheerfully:
"It's a trial to hunt greedy humans who live their entire lives caught between faith and doubt, living between belief and suspicion. Our god wants you to become independent..."
Killing humans. That meant being a proper, full-fledged orc. Brother Donetous trailed off.
"Should I make the back mountain my mountain while I'm at it?"
"After killing the one-eyed troll, it might be worth trying, but it's still too early."
"We're the same age, what do you mean too early."
Bickering like that, they shared hornet liquor and conversation bloomed. They had no choice but to live in mountains near human territory, where there were no other orcs. That was the only way to escape from the fence called orc tradition.
The next day, brother Amantous looked around Brother Mountain, the mountain they'd named, and went around checking what was different from the day before.
