Be patient

Come on, come on!

You further jiggle your breasts around hoping the orc will come down from his post.

“Knorrag varth irgen. Telgrir anoorath!” the beast bellows down in orcish.

I hope that means, ‘I will fall for the obvious trap’ in orcish.

“Come on lad don’t be shy now!” You beckon him with your finger.

“Imiran knall durmen trimen vog epagsil?” The orc eyes you suspiciously.

“Oh it’s just so lonely out here in the woods, we need someone like you.” Syvella coos. Cleary even she senses things aren’t going well. The guard atop the wall seems to ponder for a moment before reaching downwards for something. He produces what looks like a horn.

Uh oh.

The horn drops from his hand and you immediately recognize the reason. The orc stares in a wide-eyed expressions as a red line on his neck begins to pool with a sanguine color. The orc tries to yell but can only sputter. His body is pushed over the wall landing with a soft crunch in front of you. Atop is the palisade pokes the hooded head of Bax who raises a finger to his lips before motioning you to move forward. Without much delay you and Syvella proceed through the gap in the palisade.