Orcs - Day 6
Nudging and shoving two goblins run through the camp. Evading brutish warriors, ropes and campfires as they make their way to the big tent in the middle of the camp. One pulls the others hair, hurling him to the ground, stomping on his stomach to reach the tent first. As he reaches the entrance he is met by a gust of hot smoky air. A handful of big muscular men, are sitting around a fire inside the tent.
"Boss! Boss! I bring news from the west. I brought them all the way here. All for you. They are good news, great news even. I have made sure to deliver them as fast as possible and only for..."
A deep growl, more felt then heard disrupts the goblins train of thought, silencing and freezing him in an instant. Slowly one of the men around the campfire rises to his feet. Unfolding as a dragon from deep slumber, growing and growing until he seems to fill the whole tent with his brutish form.
"What news you have?"
The goblin starts fidgeting again as he suddenly is struck down with a torch.
Behind him, the second goblin displays way to many teeth in a wide grin.
"Dwarfs boss. We have found Dwarfs in the north west."
A chorus of grunts and laughter erupts from the men around the fire.
"HUA! DWARFS?! Dwarfs is good. Dwarfs is gold."