Gremory's Dungeon had a ranch.
What had started as a playfully named poultry farm had, before anyone noticed, become a genuine supply depot responsible for our Legion's food situation. By now, even the humans in Raspica had developed a taste for harpy and Andras eggs.
We called all of those facilities collectively "the ranch."
After all, the livestock wasn't limited to birds; there were mammals and other species too. In fact, the fairies of Avalon were the very ones who had diligently laid eggs fathered by male Andras and orcs while in human form at the ranch. Those eggs, of course, hatched into new orcs and Andras warriors.
The resulting ranch was a ranch in name only; in reality, it was effectively one massive communal living quarter. Each space was as cramped as a photo booth with a single bed plopped inside, where one man and one woman would make love and Ras.
