Right (Baelog’s choice)

“I’m telling ye, we’ve been down this road many times. We oughtta go right!”, Baelog asserted.

I thought about it and he had a point. Korant had never been up here and neither had I, but the dwarves had.

“Right we go then,” I said.
“If that’s what you wish, my prince,” Korant accepted.

So, we set off.

Half an hour later, the forest started thickening around us and the path grew narrower. We ended up walking in a single file, one after the other like.

Suddenly, I heard some leaves rustling. Initially, I thought it was just the wind, but the rustling grew louder and there was the sound of... footsteps?

“Lok’tar ogar!”, a shout echoed.