Regongar sniffs, irritated. "You know how to ask a nasty question... My tribe was breeding children like cattl

Regongar sniffs, irritated. "You know how to ask a nasty question... My tribe was breeding children like cattle. They mated with orcs — thought it 'strengthens the blood.' They kept strong kids, and the weaklings were killed or — like me — sold into slavery... Pieces of shit, aren't they? I don't want to think about it!"