Seeking Help

The figure who had passed through Garvinrad's camp made no attempt to hide herself in front of the orc camp. Under the firelight, the orc guards spotted her easily. At first, seeing how small she was, they thought she was a human thief. But she turned out to be a green-skinned female orc. After asking her name, the guards didn't dare delay; they quickly sent someone to Grimg's tent. Because Garvinrad had stationed troops along the border, Grimg had come to the front lines as well.

"What? Lady Garona?! Why would Lady Garona be here?!"

At the guard's report, Grimg rolled straight out of bed.

"Lord Grimg, that's what the woman told us. And she really is much smaller than normal orc women. If I hadn't seen her with my own eyes, I'd have thought she was a human woman."

"Come on. Let's go see."

Grimg donned his armor and followed the guard to the palisade wall. By the light of the fires, he got a clear look at the woman below. She was so small and thin that a gust of wind might have blown her away. But the fangs at the corners of her mouth, her black hair, and her green skin all proved that she was an orc.

"Open the gate! Open it!"

As soon as he recognized her, Grimg ordered his men to open the gate and ushered Garona inside.

"Lady Garona, I'm Grimg of the Dragonmaw Clan. What brings you here? Shouldn't you be with the Great Chieftain?"

Garona didn't answer Grimg's question. Instead, she asked him, "Grimg, who's in charge of the Blasted Lands right now?"

Seeing how anxious Garona looked, Grimg paused before answering, "I am, ma'am. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Garona studied Grimg from head to toe. Even