As Findorak lounged on the rock outside the cave he thought through his ideas.
There were alliances forming already, and they were soon going to boil over. Skaibad and his orcs were the obvious threat, but Findorak didn't concern himself with them for the time being, they could be dealt with. No, it was Handorth that worried him. He was big and strong, it was true, and confident as well, perhaps too confident. Findorak was playing the nobles role, unexperienced and vain, but he knew what he was doing. If it came to battle then he needed allies but who?
Handorth came out of the cave mouth and walked further down the track. For a second Findorak had been worried, but as he watched the Easterling captain go, he loosened his grip on the ever-present dirk in his hand.
The Question was who had Handorth already got to, who was on his side? He musn't talk to the wrong people or he would be dead faster than a drunken orc in Lorien. No, he must keep his eyes open and maintain the noble act for Handorth's sake.
He sighed, and stood, this would take all of his strength and skill, he needed to concentrate.
[ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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