The whistle echoes out over the trail as the group trudges back up the mountain path below the main entrance to the mine. For a moment everyone freezes in place then starts to reach for their favorite weapon. Up ahead a shadowy figure detaches itself from the trees and leaps into the center of the path. The large orc grins at them and favors them with a bow. Is there a touch of mockery in the bow? Its hard to tell.
Good he says in heavily accented Common. You come good time. He squints briefly at the setting sun and then gestures to his comrades in the trees. Five other orcs spill out onto the path. They eye the dwarves warily.
You sure this is safe, Banmar? one of them asks in orchish.
The lead orc waves him off. Dont worry, Wogh. Theyre here to attack the mines, not us. Kreunga says the truce holds.
Banmar turns back to Rolf and the others. People nervous he says with a wave towards the other orc warriors. Kreunga say you fight, we wait here. When you done, you come get us, we go hold He struggles for the right word for a second then shrugs. first room. That right?
The details of the orcs role in the upcoming assault are quickly confirmed. Once the details are settled, the six orcs melt back into the trees along the trailside and the group presses on up the trail to the safe spot Alex found earlier. Time for the final preparations. Its almost show time.



