You lean back narrow your gaze. You start off slowly, trying to use the best of the Khaddar language that you understand. You mention a man, who was young, and who loved a woman. That woman was sold off to a temple to be a whore by her father. He grew up, and vowed to destroy all the temples, and all the religions that would allow such an awful thing. He became a soldier, and distinguished himself. This man had a natual charm about him, that allured others. But he was not a greedy or vain man, just a man dedicated to his personal mission. Eventually, he became a general of his nation, and conquered a neighboring barbarian tribe. There became great issues in his country, the men who controlled the trade were not satisfied with their control of the government. So he, on behalf of the people, stepped in. He demanded that grain be sold for a reasonable price, and they declared him a traitor. He took his army, and took refuge in the villages, where people knew him to be honest and just. He returned with his army, and defeated the mercenary forces in his own country, but the tradesmen, and the elders who got rich off their schemes fled to their neighbors. They spread rumor and worry, that if the people were to be able to demand prices, the economies would collapse, there would be chaos, and they would all be burned. So every neighboring country declared war on the general, who in turn, defeated, and conqured each, because he was a clever man. But the neighboring empire, which was old and powerful, saw this as a perfect opportunity to destroy their neighbors, and control them forever, so they encouraged the Orcs of the north to gather into a fearsome horde and travel south, into the Generals lands.