Despite the misconception that the brutal and absolutely fiendish orcs were incapable of genuine emotion, Findir came to realize that love coursed through their veins, no matter how twisted it might appear. This old orc had felt love, whether it was brotherly, sisterly, familial, or romantic. His heart had known warmth even amidst the atrocities committed by his kin. In the aftermath of that devastating loss on the battlefield, the old orc had retreated into solitude, holing himself up within the camp, refusing to participate in any further violence.
Yet his love for the orcish people remained. He understood the darkness that thrived within them, the greed and brutality that often ruled their actions. Yet, he also recognized the glimmers of kindness that shone through, the orcs who longed to protect their families and live without the shadow of war looming over them.