Jezz and Oth followed Krog through the village streets of the orcs, a vast area filled with the hard atmosphere of a warrior's life.
Along the way, they saw orcs of various sizes and ages, with bulging muscles and scars marking their bodies a testament to their lives in a harsh world. Young orcs practiced with wooden weapons under the guidance of an adult, while some older ones sharpened their swords under the fading sunlight.
The eyes of the orcs watched them with caution and wariness, as if questioning the presence of humans on their land. Jezz felt the tension but stood firm, showing the resolve she carried from her mission.
At the center of the village stood a large stone building towering over an open square, solid and intimidating.
The structure looked more like a fortress than a leader's residence, with thick walls covered in battle markings, dents, and ancient carvings that depicted the orcs' legends.
