She sighed. "I should not speak so ill of them. They are younger still than even my people, but their short lifespans lead them down dangerous paths on their quests for power." And she was sympathetic - perhaps too much so - to many of them and their intentions when they were more pure. But the drive for power and to become the strongest as fast as possible was dangerous to not only themselves, but to everyone around them. Including those that did not care to be involved in their pointless conflicts.

Lioriley shifted to sit on one of the counters, legs crossed so she could set her notebook atop her thigh. Quickly, she flipped to a blank page and sketched out a drawing of a humanoid figure - bulky and tall with tusks protruding from their lower jaw, eyes set just a little too far apart. "The orcs are large, brawny creatures of moderate intelligence. They live in tribes - some are hunters, others mages, and others still warriors who use their rage to gain strength unmatched by any other race."