As soon as the sun rose, Sapper Zach got up out of habit. He got up with the others to wash up, and then lined up to get a pickaxe.
He had been here for almost a month, and he and his companions had almost gotten used to the daily life here.
When he was first captured, he was still a little apprehensive. Everyone knew the consequences of being captured by the orcs. The warriors were usually taken to the gladiator arena to fight for people to watch, engineers and farmers like him were usually dragged to work as coolies, dying of exhaustion.
The truth was as he had expected. The group of green-skinned orcs were indeed using them as coolies, but the situation was much better than they had imagined.
It was not like what the Bards had said, where they were whipped with thorns every day, doing high-intensity labor, and eating shit-like things.
