Al takes a section of Erevain's hair between her fingers and begins braiding idly. "Mama saw Gruumsh and his pantheon for what they were after that, and she didn't really have family or friends to miss, but life in the Dale is hard when you're alone. Especially as an Orcish woman. She was bitter and angry about the pain they caused her." Al lets the braid fall loose with a sigh.
"Papa and I were away when it happened. We had gone to trade with the closest village, and Mama had stayed home, for obvious reasons. We had to piece together what had happened to her, though we are confident about our conclusions.
Somehow Mama came across a group of adventurers near our property. She recognized them as the ones who had caused her tribe so much trouble. She might have tracked them for a while, or leapt from where she stood, but either way she attacked in a rage, screaming about vengeance." A heavy pause.
"She was no match for a group of seasoned warriors. Mama lost her life, and they gained a story to bandy about the tavern."