Trouble on the Trail

Following the path delineated by your tracking instincts, you weave your way through the rugged terrain, all the while pondering the identity of the entity capable of effortlessly dragging a strong young man like Samuel. The absence of blood and gore eliminates the likelihood of a savage beast, a deduction that requires no extensive knowledge to ascertain.

However, what perplexes you is the distinct lack of footprints along the trail. Logic dictates that a creature possessing the strength to perform such an act would undoubtedly leave behind substantial tracks. A troll, for instance, standing at a towering 10 feet and weighing between 250 to 350 kilograms, would leave an unmistakable imprint. Chuckling to yourself, you recognize the advantage of years spent poring over books detailing the creatures and critters of the land, readily accessing such knowledge. Yet, this particular puzzle presents itself without an immediate solution, vexing you with its enigmatic nature.

Aware that overthinking can distract you from your immediate surroundings, you redirect your focus to the present moment. Having traversed the area for about an hour, you find yourself engulfed in dense woodland, with thickets and brambles carpeting the ground. Fortunately, you have been following a discernible path, seemingly a human-made trail where previous efforts have cleared the way of encroaching vegetation.

Suddenly, a snap of a twig interrupts your thoughts, sharpening your senses. Reacting swiftly, you seek refuge behind the sturdy trunk of a sizable tree, instinctively concealing yourself from potential danger. Assessing the situation, you recall catching a glimpse of something—brief and fleeting, yet vivid enough to leave an impression. It was a creature, predominantly green in coloration, bipedal in form, and seemingly at a considerable distance from your current position. The realization dawns upon you: an orc—a race known for their physical prowess and strength, an explanation that aligns with the capability to drag a man. Curiously, the absence of footprints that had perplexed you momentarily takes a backseat, as time is of the essence and immediate action is required.

With utmost caution, you draw your trusty weapon, "Rose's Thorn," and peer around the protective cover of the tree trunk, intent on obtaining another glimpse of the mysterious creature lurking in the distance.

As the green bipedal figure, unmistakably an orc, draws nearer along the makeshift trail, you weigh your options carefully. It may or may not be the creature responsible for Samuel's disappearance, but regardless, a decision must be made swiftly—engage or find a way to conceal yourself.

You cautiously maneuver yourself around the tree trunk, ensuring that you remain hidden from the orc's line of sight. Time is of the essence, and you estimate that you have approximately a minute to gather your thoughts and devise a plan.

Considering the nature of orcs, known for their lack of diplomatic inclinations, attempting to communicate with it might prove futile and relinquish any advantage of surprise. Engaging it head-on is a possibility, armed with the formidable "Rose's Thorn" in your grasp. However, you didn't observe the orc carrying a weapon, which could potentially tip the odds in your favor.

Another option is to wait for the orc to pass by before launching an attack from behind, although this approach may not be deemed particularly heroic or honorable. Nevertheless, it remains a viable tactic worthy of consideration.

Thoughts race through your mind, each requiring careful consideration, as the window of opportunity gradually closes. The time to choose is imminent, and you must act decisively before it's too late.