An orc really did make for a rather suitable leader in such harsh environments. Strong and naturally hardier than the more common races, yet he didn't present the kind of callous and selfish attitudes Ithil had all too often seen perpetuated in orcs.

Getting the mines open again would be a massive blessing. But he had to wonder the raven couldn't help but wonder if it could be done, and even if it could, would it be enough to revivify the economy in time? No, doubt wouldn't achieve anything. Best to try and fail, then to not have tried at all. So he would step toward the office, stopping briefly at the door to shake off snow that stuck to his clothing.

Red eyes scanned across the room briefly, before he stepped to one side, the black-haired man remaining silent for the time to see if others would show up