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"We call this creature Goliath,"

Terral spoke, his voice calling fourth a loathing that knew no bounds within Wrex. Goliath... The humans had been calling Wrex that for the past few months. Wrex's eyes watched the humans speaking, his eyes carefully keeping track of their lips. Every slight movement was carefully noted.

"a savage ogre from the untamed mountains of Tuchanaka."

Terral continued. Wrex mouthed the words, mimicking the movements. The human cleric beside Terral eyeing the sole Ogre with interest. Clerics, worshipers of the human God that was merely referred to as The One. Wrex knew little of this deity but that the humans revered them therefore it was his enemy.

"and you are completely sure of those chains, I've heard the beasts can be quite strong when provoked."

The cleric spoke, her words skeptical yet sharp like the edge of a dagger.

"We spare no expense here, your Grace, those shackles are dwarf-forged, steel-mithril alloy. It would take a team of a hundred aurochs to break them."

Wrex matched the movements. His mouth forming the words around his tusks. The woman worshiper cautiously took a step closer to the bars. Wrex caught the faintest scent of the cleric. She smelled of the road. There was leather and the unmistakable scent of horse. There was also the stale scent of parchment and ink. She was studious in her devotion Wrex thought to himself.

"he seems... sedate."

Her words seemed unimpressed. The simple phrase was like an insult to the mighty warrior. Wrex had led armies into battle. Spilled blood on every rock of Tuchanka. He'd slain a thresher maw with naught but his bare hands, crushed the skulls of feral varren. Yet now... he was sedate. Despondent and resigned to his fate yet there was enough of a true ogre in him to spark a light in his eyes. Wrex flicked his gaze from her mouth to her eyes. He watched her as a only a caged beast can stare out at an onlooker. A silent warning that sent a primal chill to the bone. His gaze spoke volumes. Telling her that she should take solace in her safety for she owed her life to the chains binding him and the bars separating them.

"Oh I assure you, a few good prods from my stage hands and he puts on quite a show."

The rotund showman said and in that instant the flame in Wrex's eyes went out. Wrex's mind flashed to the exhibits he was forced to put on. Test of strength to thrill human and elf alike. They all laughed and stared in awe at the being that was once an ogre. Wrex's eyes dropped back to their mouths as he continued his study. Wrex's heart ached for Tuhcanka. His soul cried out for what he once was. Yet his mind remained strong and resolute. Wrex would be an ogre once more and on that day, the children of men would scream.