Unsheathing my dagger, I turned to stare up at the hill that we had come from, frowning as I saw a group of seven Adventurers staring down at us.
In the lead was a female Orc, her face covered in small scars, while her armor was made from thick steel plates.
Hanging on her back was a giant war axe, the large blade gleaming in the light of the lava like behind us.
The other six were wearing a spattering of different armors; an Elf was clad in tight leather, multiple daggers strapped to her lithe body, while a burly Boarkin rested his hands on his great sword, his steel chainmail dangling over his muscular body.
One thing each of them had in common was the dark green sash that hung on their waist, and I frowned as I saw the glimmering runes embroidered on the cloth.
However, Jahi stepped forwards, a smirk on her face as she said "So you were warning me yourself huh, Orc?"
