Snippet #1611101

A sigh of exhaustion escaped Duluk's mouth as he stopped walking and leaned on a nearby tree. His journey was tiresome and bland; forest was the only terrain he had seen in days. A sudden rustle of leaves broke the silence and Duluk caught eye of two armed Orcs approaching from behind a nearby tree. His immediate reaction was to attempt diplomacy, but he was suspicious of the strangers.

"Greetings, Orcish brethren; what is it you seek?" Duluk asked in a polite, stoic tone.

"Silence, thieving filth!" Exclaimed one Orc, who was visibly larger than the other. He approached Duluk menacingly and raised a shortsword to his throat, twsiting it around and causing a scratching sound on his beard hairs. Duluk gulped loudly and began to sweat in a tense fear.

"We're bringing you back to our great chief so that you may answer for your crimes." The smaller Orc stated darkly. He quickly made his way behind Duluk and pushed him, gesturing for him to walk. The larger Orc lead the way as they trekked through the forest. Duluk was upset and confused; he hadn't stolen anything from the giant, it was all a misunderstanding.