It wasn't Hammerfall, that's for sure. The place I found my dreaming self was an internment camp, but not Hammerfall. I didn't recognise it. I stood as a pup, looking through pup's eyes at an adult's predicament."You! Child!"A human voice – they sounded soft and weak compared to the comfortable, warm growl of their Orcish counterparts. I turned to look at the pinkskin. It was twice my height."Are you doing anything?" It was a demand, worded as a pup would. Well, I was a pup."No, ma'am." A very small pup. My voice was the same pitch as hers."Then come here." No room for argument there. The human – woman, I think – grabbed me by the scruff like a dog and pulled me along with her.One of the many huts that I had grown around was a sick bay. It was the one place I had seen where orcs cared for