The orc chief stormed into the diviner's hut, "You said I'd have a son!"
She handed him a cup of tea; his arrival had been foreseen.
"But.."he sputtered, "I was changing the baby's nappy and sh-- he doesn't HAVE... what I have."
"He IS the son the spirits foretold; they're NEVER wrong. He will grow up to restore pride to our clan."
The chief trembled, "Will he be strong enough?"
"If we all support him."
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