Tarn rolled over and saw the first light of dawn filter
through the window in his room. Morning already. He sat
up and stretched, shaking the cobwebs out of his foggy
head with a flourish. Time to set out on this foolish quest.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
***
There were other forts and villages along the river —and
even a few homesteads on the other side, Tarn mused. Men,
being what they were, would and could live pretty much
anywhere they put their mind to, and so a few people did
live across the river in spite of the constant danger from the
orcs.
At least, not until now. Tarn had fought too many orcs
to think that the fire of reconquest burned in their souls no
longer.
***
“Go on.”
Alec looked at him first, then the other two. “Well, the
reports we’ve got back from some of the villagers say that
the wounds the dead have taken aren’t….. right.”