An Orphans Tale

I did not ask to be orphaned, and neither did I seek the generosity of the khans. In hindsight, it was an act of stunning magnanimity to take in this helpless human child and raise her as one of their own. I have spent my life with the ogres, whom you call barbarians, learning their proud and ancient customs.

Almost everything you believe about them is either fabrication or exaggeration. For example, there is not one ogre culture but two. Those numerous tribes who continue to live the nomadic lives of their ancient ancestors on the steppe, and those who embraced the legacy of Tsanas, fortifying the mountains to dominate the trade that passes through them on the Silk Road.The difference is enormous - everything from religion to economics changes when you leave the mountain for the steppe, and yet most humans prefer to remain ignorant of any nuance.