Murmures and hushed-toned words echoed around the area. Time for festivities and fun was gone; now it was the time to act.
The air that had tasted of honeyed mead and roasted fat a moment ago turned sharp with decision, like smoke after a fire shifts direction.
Ludwig's words resonated deeply with the orcs, after all, their blood wanted glory in death more than the joy of drink and the smell of roast meat.
A few of them were already thumping fists against chests, tusks bared in hungry grins, shoulders rolling as if they could hear battle drums beneath the crackle of the bonfire.
The goblins were a scared bunch, but they've known what happened to their king and their peer. They huddled closer together instinctively, eyes darting, hands tight around mugs that had gone cold.
