I walked slowly towards the spot I suspected some orcs. I was not committing suicide to take the large group at once, but I was determined to practise my tune. I took off my crystal amulet and held it loosely in my hands, the memory of a tune came slowly into my mind: The Sound of War - and I recognised it, it's origin came from the Red Orc over there behind the tree.
I started to hum my tune under my breath: [color:"#a0a0ff"]for every high tune I heard, I took the low one, creating a sort of counter melody - for every drumming tune, I took the flowing note - the song of a flying arrow changed into the gentle whistle of a summer breeze - the thud of a battleaxe gave way to the murmur of a small brook. I listened and changed, not more, not less.[/color]
Suddenly a large silhouette rose before me: The Red Orc. We looked at each other silently... after some while I opened my hands and held up the amulet, let it dangle and tipped my fingernail against it.
"Orc, do you know what that is? Have you heard about it from your ancestors? Do you know about an old bond between your race and others, embedded in old sagas?"
Stars came out one by one and the halfmoon crystal twinkled. I let it dangle and dance, tipped against it once in a while and hummed my tune.
"You Shaman?" His voice was gruff, guttural and coarse.
"No, but can you take me to your Shaman? I am alone, I have no weapons. Will you take me to him?"
His eyes narrowed, I kept on humming my tune, searching for the counter melody, dangling my crystal fragment.
"You spy!"
"No."
"You make black magic, you witch". His battleaxe pointed into my direction.
"No. Bring me to your Shaman, that is all I request from you."
He wavered, I had apparently unsettled him.
"Well? Where is your Shaman? Let him decide."
He beckoned me gruffly to follow him - and all the time I listened to his inner music and took the counter tune, tipping the crystal with my fingernail.
