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One of the Halflings in front sheepishly adds, “Orcs.”
“Do I look like an orc? Do these people look like they are harboring orcs?”
The Halflings begin to melt away from their perches. Trombashes are returned to belts and the leader’s short bow is slung back over his shoulder. He bounds down the tree to the ground. He tells the caravan that more than a dozen orcs have been roaming the area recently. So? He looks a bit taken aback by the question. They have allied with kobolds, goblins and some other goblinoids. It’s quite the little force.
Alzar agrees to help the Halflings hunt for their enemy. Marilla and the others will wait by the wagons and continue for a few days down the road and then hold up.
Meanwhile, Alzar gallops off with a horse as his needed items . One of the Halflings is a ranger, and she follows orc paths that were made just yesterday. After a few hours of following them, they arrive a few miles away from an orc camp. As it is drawing the end of the day, they decide to wait until the next day to strike – too many bad guys at night.
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