"I would advise you to stay away from the water." A familiar voice that made Azog's heart pound faster entered his ears.
The moment he turned, he saw a figure emerging from the fog. Cristian patted Azog's shoulder, then leaned on the bulwark. "There's no reason to be afraid of me. We're comrades."
Azog scoffed, then faced the water. "For an orc, you sure hold a grudge."
Azog turned to him and hummed deeply. "I don't. It's just infuriating to be beaten by an elf in close combat."
Azog was the only one who fainted before Cristian's reveal of his true identity and the reason was being pummeled for groping something he shouldn't have during the wave that made the ship unstable.
Drogheda, Tevaga, and Adar had to plead for the furious captain to leave Azog.
"Is that so?" Cristian's lips curled up and his eyes turned reptilian for a split second but Azog could see it.
