"I was a Warlord even before I walked the path of the Spiral," Gorak roared, his deep voice vibrating the stone pillars. "I was born for war. I forge my supremacy on the battlefield. You cannot cage me in a garrison."
Elian stood tall and met the Troglodyte's furious gaze.
"You are staying precisely because you are the best of us," Elian countered firmly. "Look at the Vanguard's composite forces, Gorak. Old-Shell can withstand any siege engine and inflict massive damage, but he is incredibly slow and lacks mobility. I am a mortal human. I do not possess your terrifying baseline strength. The Kobolds and the Grey-Fins are lethal and swift, but they lack your sheer destructive mass.The Treants will not march to war unless the Sovereign explicitly orders them to uproot. The Troglodytes possess the perfect balance of intellect, absolute strength, and endurance."
