Deep in the mountains, Josline's grandfather let out a sigh of relief. His daughter married a good man. He turned to the other elders, who were all staring at him with anxious eyes, and nodded his head. "We old folks need to hold the line until reinforcements arrive! They are a few thousand while we are only a few hundred. We must use everything at our disposal to hold them back!"
"By your word!" The dwarf elders all yelled out in unison.
On the front lines outside the barrier that had been put up by the dwarves, a massive army of orcs was all lined up in an orderly fashion waiting for the order to strike. Inside the command tent that had been quickly set up, an orc covered in bone jewelry sat in a large seat, looking at the map in front of him. "Not bad. Your drawing skills have gotten better."
