I slammed by gauntled hand on the table top, wine goublets, papers, coins, even a few daggers, fell to the floor.
"Dammit! How did he get away?" I asked the green faced orc in front of me.
"I don't know sir. He apparently got away from our assassins." I stared at him and he ran screaming from the room.
I stood up and looked out the window and the ocean outside, the waves clashing into the side of the cliffs, the foundaitions of my castle.
I looked down from my tower, at the other guard towers, with the orcs in their shining black mail, and their gleaming swords and spears.
I forced myself to look away, and I did. I turned my attension to a note on the ground. From Marius Uberstrom, one of the other few humands high up in the command of the Blood Ring.
To Sir Lewis
We have heard word of several dwarven groups of soldiers around your area, please dispose of them.
After words keep trying to persuade the orc king to join us, we need his help, if the rumours are true, of a band of wanders saving everybody.
Tah keep looking for the sword of Saint Amn, we need it!
Your truly
Marius Uberstrom
uggh. I needed to kill this Bluefire man, than kill these dwarves, convince the king, than get thise bloody sword. I had a long day ahead of me.
