"Shhh..."
Urulg placed his index finger on his lips, signaling him not to make any noise.
He silently nodded at the orc while they stayed hidden under the tall fern leaves. The crescent moon was slowly rising in the sky when Urulg gestured for him to halt. He could see bright, torch-like lights glowing in the distance. He was guessing that they were already in Urulg's homestead—Draldrib.
It wasn't long before he heard ragged chortles erupting from where the bright-orange lights came from.
"What's your plan now, Urulg?" He mumbled inaudibly, checking if he had a concrete plan on how to persuade his kind to help them rescue Gala.
The orc beside him looked at him with a blank expression. "Urulg has no plans." He admitted it to him.
He palmed his face when he heard its response. He sort of expected this already, though. He slumped down on the grassy floor to think about this through. The orc innocently followed.
