Mallory shared a look with Ryan, who shrugged. “We’re looking for two guards and have a letter for Kruth Blackhelm.”
There was a bumping sound followed by a scraping one before the door swung open, an orc peering out. “My brother sent you? I can’t think who else would be sending me a letter.”
“If you’re Kruth.” Mallory looked him up and down. He looked very similar to Grotmur. From his height of six and a half feet to his greenish grey skin, bulging arm muscles and protruding lower canines. He wore heavy cotton trousers, a hide vest, leather boots and had a wide copper bracelet on each wrist.
“I’m Kruth.”
She tucked her wand into the canvas loop so she could draw the letter out of her satchel. “He was worried about you.”
Kruth took the letter. “I was worried about me.” He opened the
