Luca spoke calmly as he gestured to the mountain of supplies in the lounge.
"After Grakkar's attempt to tamper with food," he began, "I thought this would be important for your safety, Your Majesty. I know I can't feed all the Orcs, but I can at least make sure you're taken care of. At least for a while, or until the threat of food-related attacks is gone. And if needed…" He glanced at the stacks. "…these can also serve as emergency rations for the others."
His words carried no arrogance, just quiet determination.
He pointed out what he'd chosen, carefully explaining his reasoning.
"These have a longer shelf life," he said, showing the sacks of rice, rows of canned tomatoes, and bundles of dried fruits they already had in stock, which actually came from the Dungeon farms. Then he moved to the towering crates behind them. "But since Orcs are mostly carnivores, I bought these specially."
The room stilled as Luca revealed what he'd purchased.
