Female Orcs did not have the same sensibilities as human women, so the question was taken at surface level.
Crah was a very old tortoise orc who survived by hiding in his shell. It was just that at his age, the shell had gone rather brittle and could no longer handle strong attacks.
Look, there were cracks, and soon one would be able to see his internal organs.
"I am old…" he said, unsure how old he really was. For one, he could not count more than a hundred.
"Are you familiar with the Urfrukt? If you can help us, we can escort you and your companions to one of the tribes."
"This…"
The old turtle paused, eyes glazed a bit, trying to grab a very, very old memory.
Althea saw this, and her eyes sparkled. "Do you know anything about it?"
"Maybe…" the turtle said, voice a bit raspy, though tone unsure.
