Chapter 31
The remnants of the Red Claw made their way hastily across the open grasslands towards the foothills of the Sauragians. Oric once again pushed them on at a ruthless pace to put distance between himself and his pursuers. Curse those Saurahallers! Twice now they had nearly had him, and his best chance of finishing them had been foiled by those hated Umbrians. Things had simply not gone his way lately, and when the Red One didn’t get his way, someone always felt his displeasure. It was not until half of the next day was gone that they were allowed to stop and rest, and only then because several collapsed of exhaustion. Oric was not keen on stopping for too long, but gave in to Lorraine’s pleas. “All right, but we must be on the move again before nightfall,” he said, looking around nervously
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