Sorlas shared the information he had with Islist and Elleraden. Islist sat in deep thought, speaking at length.
"The orcs may merely have wanted our food, or us for food. But as close as we are to Dol Guldor, I think that what you have discovered is too much of a coincidence. The orcs wanted us on foot, definantly. They want us to move slowly, so they can track our movements and prepare an ambush. Like I said, we cannot linger here any longer!"
The group completed their packing, and was soon marching again; the sun peaking over the trees. Meanwhile, a skinny tree-orc shimmied down from his perch, carrying a drawing of the company and its members, along with information regarding its numbers and supplies. It slipped to the south west, bound for Dol Guldor.
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