'Hum, so in other words, it's the person. Two suns. Two personalities? Is the Khan a schizophrenic?' Aito thought, 'That wouldn't make much sense since the Khül is supposed to be stronger.'
"Do not try to look too deep into it. As I doubt you'll fall easily, you'll certainly see for yourself who the Khül is. However, it might as well be the last moment of your life," Krugan said, his gaze turning serious. "In the eventuality that you win, I will order your kind's release. You have my word, human warrior."
Aito peered into the orc's eyes' dark irises.
Pure, simple, honest.
He saw no traces of a lie. Even Aito, at that moment, was tempted to fully believe it.
Having discussed with Krugan a few times, he came to understand that orcs were just a plain honest race. Or maybe it was just Krugan. Who knew?
"As long as there are particularly intelligent life forms, there will be societies. But no life forms, be it human, bearded giants, minerians, or others, are perfect. Thus, no society is perfect. Human History has proved this a great many times. And so the importance doesn't lie in perfection but the size of the imperfections. Too big of an imperfection fractures the balance, too small and it can be taken advantage of. The idea is to find equilibrium."
Extract from, "Yggdrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.