The Rite of Strength
"Gnoll, and half-humans, little boy and camp follower-"
She paused to collect her thoughts stirring the pot. She was looking at Gora when she said little boy, and Bellatrix was the camp follower. She didn't give them a chance to immediately protest continuing in what might be called a sermon.
"HE WHO WATCHES, instructs the mighty: Gather, Breed, Flourish in number, Rise up in hoards, Seize that which is rightfully yours, Raid, Kill, and Conquer. These are the commandments the mightiest god, gave to his children the mighty. You are not his children even if you're grand-children. You will need to prove you are mighty, not just here and now or to me, always to the rest of the mighty.
This hoard belongs to Urzag the Vile. If he came and ate the entire pot, none would challenge him. But it is enough food to sustain a warrior for a week, and if his hoard doesn't eat, they will be weak in battle. It's is the duty of the greater among the mighty to leave their lessors fed but hungry for that which they don't have knowing the strength they must gain to claim it. So don't shy from a fight, but understand you do this in service of Urzag to make his hoard stronger never weaker. It is the way of all warrior, all men."
She looked to Bellatrix specifically appraising her. Not seeming to be able to discern what she wanted to no but offered a statement clearly only about her and not her sister. "The ways of women are subtler and more cunning. The CAVE MOTHER commands us. But we do not discuss such mysteries in the presence of men. But we also defend that which is ours.
Your sister, if he intends to carry weapons and fight like a warrior, he will take the food he wants for himself with strength and courage or he will know hunger. This you should let him, if he would be thwarted better to be defeated here than during a great battle. He can give you food if he wishes."