chapter 95
Rain slunk into the trees and bushes as Lyra and Opal and the Orc descended down the rise into the valley. He watched them carefully from between the leaves, following their every step with his sharp eyesight, the centipedes ready to kill the skittish Orc dead at the slightest hint of betrayal, or tear into any who chose to attack them, giving time for Lyra to make her escape with Opal. Nothing happened. The trio were left completely alone as they made their way toward the camp. They weren't even stopped or questioned as they entered, the other Orcs flat out ignored them minus the occasional glance at the red headed Orc. They had no problem at all filtering amongst the tents and crowds. Orcs apparently felt very safe out in the open like this without walls. That made some amount of sense
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