Grom's gaze fixated across the ship's edge. His lips curled into a small grin as he saw the familiar green of his homeland. He gripped his hands tight, knowing that the bastard after his women no longer existed in this world.
Yet, a shadow of concern crept over him, for he knew that the other monster tribes, the ones who had long held a grudge against his people, might not take this victory lightly.
'I am sure our betrayal of the cult has been discovered by now...'
"Hold on my dears!"
With the crash of waves and five boats in total. Alan and Maria's fleet managed to find a good place to anchor themselves before heading into the monster forest of Gargantua.
Alan's hand slapped the shoulder of Grom'Gaius who looked about to jump ship, the fall more than ten metres.
"Ack, Who!?" Grom growled at Alan who just smiled back, his feelings of friendship to this orc growing each day.
