Glance behind you

You glance behind you and see something unexpected. A tall, broad man in plate armor holds a firm hand on Syvella’s shoulder. While you cannot see his face, you can barely make out two eyes beneath his visor. This gives you great pause until you see the gold adventurer’s badge hanging from his neck.

‘Olric Earthheart, Class: Bastion Breaker.’

Gods be praised, they sent us back up.

“Backup!? How’d you make it up here so fast? Did you see the others?”

“So there ARE others.” The deep voice booms from beneath the helmet. “We knew about the group at the front gate but I had assumed you’d have atleast one more companion unaccounted for.”

“Wait waddya mean? Who is we? Are there more folks from the guild here to help?”

The figure takes off its helmet releasing Syvella in the process. You couldn’t be more wrong. Beneath the helm is the face of an orc. One with plenty of scars showing his vast experience in battle.

“No! Impossible!” You cry in disbelief and stagger back.

“It is possible. And I’m afraid you are somewhere you do not belong. Surrender and we’ll find you a good mate and an easy life. Challenge me and you’ll be sent straight to the stables. There it’s free game for anyone in the camp.”

Would we even have a shot at taking down a gold ranked adventurer? Fuck I dunno but I can’t just lay down can I?