Liron bends and pulls open the heavy latch crossing the trap door set into the concrete floor. Momentarily, the door rises, swinging back. One, then another, of his hunters climb through the squarish opening and straighten up, turning to face him. They are not particularly attractive, these sturdy ork women, with their brutish fangs and black leather clothing, but they are strong and enduring, and among the most conscientious of his minions.