"I still could not believe that you were just ten years old, Urulg, and the fact that I mistook you for taking a liking to Gala." He audibly murmured, out of the blue.
He was sitting flatly on the grassy floor of their settlement circle. He was helping the orcs prepare the weapons they were going to bring to Navania. He patiently wiped the sword that Orakh gave him a while ago with a clean, dry cloth.
Urulg let out a playful chuckle as his response to his remarks. "Urulg wishes to come with you and see my lady." He sadly blurted out.
He dropped the sword he was cleaning and patted the sulking orc next to him on his back. "I promise to bring back Gala safely, okay? Now be a good boy and stop sulking." He quipped.
Urulg faced him, smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, if that's what my lady promised."
He went back to polishing the sword, while Urulg was sharpening the tip of a spear with a sharp-edged stone.
