Everyone except for Perfect was waiting outside when Dave exited the chief's hut.
"Did anyone find anything good?"
Head shakes and empty hands were his answer, no one had.
"Not even a gold coin man, buncha stingy piggies," Fortress complained.
"Let's wait for Perfect then."
"Where is he?" Flanker asked.
"The last orc chieftain was writing a letter when our lady of Mercy killed him. He wrote something about a dying creature in a cave that's somewhere nearby. If I understood the message correctly this tribe of orcs was just a minor branch of the high orcs, the main tribe is still out there somewhere. The big leader of the orcs must have sent the Ripping Tusk tribe to find the creature in the cave."
"Why didn't the orcs just kill it if it was dying?" Demeri said.
"The chieftain of the Ripping Tusk tribe asked the high orc leader to send reinforcements, so it must have been too powerful for them to handle."
