Chapter 4
by 
Nemo of Utopia
What transpired between you and the Moss-Black Guard?
"Halt! Who Disturbs The Sanctity Of Naul-Karaz-A-Valdon?"
Standing beside the door, dressed in furs and a bright orange wool cloak with a black woolen hood was a half-orc boy of about 14 years. "Halt! Who Disturbs The Sanctity Of Naul-Karaz-A-Valdon?" He demanded of you, leveling his partisan-pike and signaling his half-wolf dog to high alert with a short whistle, while you all brought yourselves up short.
You were confused and wary, the boy clearly was not malnourished or abused, from what little you could see of his flesh and his obviously well equipped state for a climb down the mountain it was clear to everyone that he was not a ****, else he would have escaped. That could only mean one of two things. One: he was a 'trustee' someone who has accepted their servitude and helps keep the other slaves in line in exchange for assorted perks, or Two: you were badly misinformed somehow.
You didn't have much time to think about it, because a loud horn sounded from inside the mountain and shortly the great stone doors opened and there were 11 more older boys with assorted weapons facing you in the midst of the path further in! They were all of different races and builds but it was obvious that they meant business, and though they were young and little more than hastily equipped rabble it was clear to all concerned that they were trained, motivated, and well drilled warriors, if inexperienced. They also outnumbered you two to one, and with a height advantage.
Then from behind them came a high feminine voice, and you knew that they had a commander as well, a Mage no doubt, and your hearts sank on the prospect of handling this with anything but diplomacy.
"Watchman Kendrick asked you a question: who dares disturb the sanctity of Naul-Karaz-A-Valdon?" The high and fair voice asked.