"Keep those conscripts moving, Ogl! You don’t want to be upsetting Revolword!” yelled Gramil, the Hand of Corruption captain.
“I don’t like this forest! Smells of Avalonians!” he whispered to his lieutenant, Huld, who strode next to him. “And I don’t trust that Orc.”
“Keep your eyes open Uyek,” Gramil shouted to the Orc leading the party.
“I feel like I can’t breathe and this damn forest is closing in around me,” Gramil continued.
“I don’t like it either, but with the rumors that some of the supply convoys being attacked and harassed on the main roads, we have to take these back ones to get these conscripts to the Master,” replied Huld.
Gramil raised his voice, “It’s too damn quiet as well, nothing but the sound of some birds! Give me the hustle and bustle of a city any day!”
The sound of a crow answered almost in reply, “Caw-caw-caw”
“CAW-CAW” echoed another crow.
“What was that?” asked Huld. But his only reply was the twang of bowstrings as Lord Arlindus and his Phoenix Guard heard the crow signal and sprung their trap!
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