Peering through the thinning mist, the dark robed Ranger whispers to one of his associates…
‘Send word to the prince. We’ve found a way in.’
The Wizard with him, chants a few incantations and a shimmering image of a songbird forms in the air and flies quickly away from him.
‘What shall we do now?’ Asks the well-armoured Warrior beside them.
‘We wait’ whispers the Ranger. ‘We wait for reinforcements’.
The armoured Warrior scowls and grumbles, ’They’re only orcs’.
‘True’ responds the Ranger, ‘but they are many. More than I’ve ever seen in one place’.
‘Pah!’ spits the Warrior. ‘Even a hundred of them would fall easily before us’.