Stepping into the early morning sun, he took in the sight of the village before him, likely the last time he would view it for a long while. The Orcs of the tribe had all risen early, and now formed a corridor for him to walk through. Making his way forward, he first saw Kargen and Shaluhk with tiny Agar clutched to his mother's chest. Beside them were Laruhk, Uhdrig, and the master of fire himself, Artoch. Athgar halted before Kargen, at a loss for words. It was the chieftain that spoke first.

"Long have you been my friend," began Kargen, "and that of the tribe as well. I bathed your hand in blood on your first successful hunt, as befits a member of the Red Hand, and you responded with loyalty and honour. As you go forward on your quest, it is only fitting that we give you a gift to remember our friendship."

He turned slightly, and Uhdrig handed him something. Turning back to face Athgar, Kargen revealed a torc, fashioned as a large ring, open at the front to allow it to be worn around the neck. It was carved of gold in the pattern of rope, but the ends, where the gap was, were fashioned in the likeness of Orc heads, with red stones set in their mouths.

"This torc marks you a friend of the Orcs," Kargen proclaimed. "Wherever you go, should you find yourself in the company of our race, they will know you as friend and tribe mate."

Kargen leaned forward, placing it around Athgar's throat. It hung loosely, and though it was large, it was quite comfortable to wear.

"Thank you," said Athgar.

"There is more," said Kargen, "for Uhdrig and Artoch have seen fit to use their powers on it."

"It's magical?" asked the Therengian, in surprise.

"Yes," said Artoch, "those are fire stones you see at the ends, and they will help you when you use your magic, enhancing your power."

"I don't know what to say," said Athgar, "this is truly a great gift."

"Remember your training," said Artoch, "and remember to always respect the flame."

"I will," he said, "I promise. You have all been so generous."

"It is you that have been generous to us," said Shaluhk. "You have given us warbows to protect ourselves, and you have enriched us by your presence. Though we are sad to see you go, we wish you well. Farewell, Athgar, and may the blessing of our ancestors go with you."

She stepped forward, hugging him. Agar, as if sensing the moment, reached out with his tiny fingers, copying his mother's actions.

Each of them stepped forward, Laruhk, Artoch, even Uhdrig, embracing him in the Human fashion. At last, he stood before Kargen once more.

"Safe travels, my friend," said the chieftain, placing his hands upon the Human's shoulders. "And know that where you go, so goes the tribe."