Summer 965 MC
Garth Meldoch peered out from behind a rock.
"What can you see?" asked his companion, a short, stocky man.
"Not much, Telker. The place is crawling with greenskins."
"How many?"
"Several hundred, at least."
"Any signs of Humans?"
"A few, but by and large, this is an Orc outing."
Telker spat on the ground. "Filthy Mercerians, hiring such brutes."
"It will work to our advantage," said Meldoch.
"How so?"
"The Orcs might be savages, but they"re not trained for battle. And, in any event, we outnumber them." He smiled, showing his yellowed teeth. "Looks like His Lordship has finally got them trapped."
"Where have I heard that one before?" complained Telker.
"Lord Hollis hasn"t been running all over the place for nothing. I bet he hatched this plan months ago."
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