A growling laugh echoed through the room. The Orc chief sat on a thick trunk on the corner, gazing down.
Its hands were smeared with blood from the gutted beast, and the tangy stance roused its appetite, letting its lips loose in a sly grin.
Today's harvest comes from the promise they made when a certain number of them gathered: they would ransack the town that stood near the north.
Not only that, the chief also had called upon other Orcs that resided deeper in the forest to join on their expedition.
But no one was willing to come beside those who wanted to show their strength and wanted to dominate human life behind those walls.
Every night, the Orc chief dispatched some of its scouts to investigate the human settlement and search for a solution to where they launched an attack.
Far toward the east from here, they found a path that seemed lesser in guard, and many people, men, and women, loitered around in search of small beasts and herbs to be collected.
