I hope Craet can forgive me for this… Loziras had slipped out of the city over an hour ago. He had only just cleared the surrounding township and was now in the rolling hills that surrounded the city. The corsair had told them everything, and then some. God it’s my fault that she got captured, thought Loziras. He had resolved to rescue Môràh after hearing the corsair’s tale in full.
He had taken her cloak from their gear and used it to sneak unobserved through the tall grass toward the outlying hamlet. He froze when he heard the guttural, brutish language that was all too familiar now. Orcs! The corsair was telling the truth. He let the patrol pass, and then flashed across the path into the field that ended a few meters from the makeshift jailhouse. Continue reading
