Obaka patiently waits for his pursuers as he takes heed to his ancestors advice, meanwhile, The Dark Knight draws closer to finding his location.
"The bounty placed on that accursed creature will be mines to claim. Once I claim it, perhaps I can finally put down my sword and spend more time with my family, I'm sure the King wouldn't mind". Michael thought to himself as he was feeding his horse.
"Though that Orc isn't foolish, perhaps we can play a game of Witts . Surely he's not going to let me capture him so easily".
Michael finished feeding his horse and continued searching for Obaka. "Good girl, I have to make sure your nice and strong before heading into battle". He said as he patted her.
"Austria lies in the North of the lands and it wouldn't be wise for him to go back to his homeland since it's occupied by my fellow comrades, perhaps he's traveling…. YES … THAT's IT…" !
Michael taps his horse rapidly, signaling to go faster. "Come on- ya- ya"
"He's probably already tried returning to his homeland, but he knows that he cannot and since he's fleed the kingdom, he's nothing but a cornered pest right now. If I were him, I'd journey to the West or East…yes… that's the most logical outcome".
Michael starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"I'm coming for you little Orc and our battle shall be to the death, but first, let's play a game of Witt's since your going to be quiet troublesome".