Gaarth and his Followers
Gaarth and his wimmins were touring the outskirts of the village. All of the wimmins nearly to bursting with child. Gaarth was very proud of them. He asked them about their friends in the village and in the leatherblade faction and made sure everything was allright.
Gungala, the eldest of the wimmins had some opinions. "I like that wolf-orc," she said referring to Magog, "he has a way with animals that goes beyond what normal orcs know. I am glad that you found a way to help him out to greatest advantage, and the other 3 wolf pelts will make 3 exceptional winter suits"
Shin-ah, the most voluptuous of the wimmins had a different opinion, "Why Gaarth, do you continue trying to fairly deal with the orcs who refuse to join the leatherblades? What purpose does it serve if we aren't better than them in trading?" Gaarth looked at Shin-ah in the eye, "You stupid trollop, the village is who we deal fairly with. When the village does good, we all prosper. As it is, we've procured the means to support every leatherblade in gainful work throughout the cold wintry season, and while they work they make higher quality goods. We continue to give villagers great deals so word gets out and more traders come. We charge the traders a fair price, but not as good as we give the villagers, that way traders remain outsiders to the village, but can't avoid us because our quality is unsurpassed."
The wimmins were confused by Gaarth's fiscal acumen and long term plan. Gaarth continued, "Our children will grow up here, they may fight for this village and die for this village. They first need to love the village if they are to have success. They will only love the village if it is the best."
The orcs then walked home in silence, visions of the future in their minds as the autumn sun set behind them, casting long silhouettes as a carpet of shadows towards the village.