A certain orc walked through what remained of the city. She was reminded of fond memories as she lit up a blunt of cactus green.
She remembered back to Almaris, recalling old Nor'asath, the first home she ever knew. She recalled such fondness she had, her friends, her family, all the memories she held dear.
As she smoked her blunt she was reminded of Acria Jusmia, how Acria tried her damnest to sober her up, get her clean. It had never lasted but she loved Acria for trying. She remembered how at her lowest point Acria had found her and adopted her, helped shaping the person she is today.
She was reminded of the Jusmia clan. Her first family she ever knew. She recalled Qudlia, her mentor now passed. A tear was shed for her fallen loved one.
And finally she was reminded of all the good times she had with her closest friend, Glorier Maiheiuh, and all the fun times they had with their cult and crayons.
"It saddens me to see the mali'ker fall as they have." The uruk spoke, taking another drag from her blunt. "But I fault no one, it was needed. I hope they can move on."