In the tense silence, Jezz and Oth left the meeting hall with mixed emotions. Although they had made some progress in their discussion with Chieftain Gromak, Jezz knew the alliance was far from secured.
Their footsteps echoed down the vast corridors of the orc village, with the watchful eyes of the orcs following them at every step. Curiosity, caution, and distrust were clear in the eyes of the orc warriors and villagers alike.
Oth glanced at Jezz, his voice low, "Are you sure this will work, Jezz? These orcs live by a strict code of honor. Trusting human words won't come easily to them."
Jezz turned to Oth, his gaze steady. "I know, Oth. But we have no other choice. Our lands are on the brink of ruin, and everyone knows the dark forces this time are unlike anything we've faced. If the orcs can join us, they would be invaluable allies in the fight."
