Floki - I glanced back to my friends as I pushed my hair back out of my face in order to rub some dirt on my face. Blending in with my surroundings to scout ahead was never an easy chore. As I quickly counted the number of orcs that were visible and considered the number that I may not be able to see, the realization of what we were about to undertake hit me as vividly as when Rana used to hit me when I had awakened her by snoring.
We had made the decision to avenge Duncan and the others so quickly and so blinded by rage that simply walking into the enemy compound had seemed like our best option. I was reminded that it had only been a few months since Raenir had fallen and Danin had had a close call with the brothers of who we were about to face.
I looked carefully first at Hakaar and then Bromm as I reported what we may well encounter in a few moments to check their resolve. Mentioning the distance to home - they didn’t even flinch. At times it was hard to tell with this bunch if it was the girth of our loins or depth of our understanding that decided our road.
Rubbing Tenner’s chin I whispered to him “Should I fall going forward - flee to lead your own kind, but keep a watchful eye on Rana.”
He paused for a moment and nuzzled my pack retrieving some dried meat rations.
“Okay have it your way, you bottomless pit. Stay with me until I give the command and you can have half now and half when we are at the tree.”
Hakaar cleared his throat and with a low grunt he ran behind the first Orc hut. With the sound I was reminded how similar he is to his cousins we were about to cut down. The way he moved was the way they move even down to the red gleam in his eye that he often got in battle. “Thwaap!” “Focus Floki” I reminded myself. Danin has been hit by a javelin!
