The strongest orc frowned. He had his arms crossed the whole time while watching what unfold before him. Their numbers were significantly overpowering Nostria's side, yet the latter were relentless in their craft.
"Where is the woman that you seek of," he uttered.
"She just gave you a warm welcome with her palm before, remember?" Nora smirked a smile.
"Are you serious? That blonde woman is what you're after?" The chief raised his brows with disbelief. She was within grasp all along, yet the person that had been standing by his side spouted no word. He darted a glare against Nora, "What are you planning?"
"Haha, don't be so solemn now, it's not like I could snatch her away with my illusion magic, you know it yourself that she has the same source as you," answered Nora, though his effort in lighting up the tension between them failed miserably.
"Then? Do you want me to act or not?"
