The orcs erupted in shouts, some blaming Ka'ra for bringing the curse while others blamed Ukar for embracing the flame that was supposed to be curse.
The captives, forgotten for the moment, huddled together, their chains clinking. Ukar's fists clenched, his mind racing. He had suspected this might happen. He had hoped it might turn out to be a blessing, but now that he had been proven wrong, he didn't know what to do.
Would the humans come to attack them after the raid on the human town? Could they build something to protect themselves from the humans' rage? If the fire was a curse, why had it come here in the first place?
"We'll fix it," Ukar said, his voice low but firm. "We'll feed the fire. More wood, more offerings. The spirits'll come back."
