Umbra gave a somewhat distasteful smile after finally receiving permission from the Master. He noticed the Master’s feelings for the village and his overall lack of enthusiasm for what happened to it, but Umbra felt almost invigorated at the very thought. It had been a long time since he had control over a fief, rather than a man he had simply possessed. It was his land to rule, and as long as he gave tribute to his overlord then all would be well.

By the time the master began to leave to deal with the paladin, Umbra had already planned out how he would rule the fief. He would execute any man 16 or older, or at the very least looked to be of that age in his eyes, to quell any thoughts of rebellion. It would be a messy process, but if done quickly enough he would need only a couple of orcs to gather the men. After essentially exterminating the male population the chances of an immediate uprising would be slim to none. If all went well Umbra imagined that they would have the land in full production by next harvesting season. He knew that it would not be that simple, but it was a start. As soon as the master had dealt with the paladin he would request the necessary men in order to execute his initial plan.