This is sooner than expected, I admit I never anticipated this far. Everyone's worried. Yes; the chieftess - Lady Anda, the townsfolk, my men, the inner circle, Kehina, all of us. We're concerned. Concerns pertaining about the incursion of the Inglovians. Time has been this turbulent. We grow restless. Likewise, as for the foreigners. The rest of us with the inclusion of the inner circle. I say, it’s normal, since we are all mortals. We feel fear and despair. Whence, it is true - there is always a hope or something of a comfort lying elsewhere amidst the detriment of all things. Well, ‘it’ must be something but ‘that’ something is someone who can expunge this issue. I dislike straining people out of their gas. As I can see, I don't have much of a choice.
"Your name is 'Durgat', you say? I have an important task for you."
"I am at your service, Lord Aisla. What is it about your summoning needs of my presence, milord?"
We have a great deal of 'an asset' right here. He is tough. Big. And for his size, he is quite agile too. I need to assess his capabilities! Well, to be honest, I have seen how he fights and I am expecting that he can put on a show like when we battered each other down to attrition. Twice.
“Durgat, follow me. We need some work to do. Are you fond of gardening a lawn?” As I refer to him in a joking manner, regarding my last excerpt upon him.
Before he is about to speak, I intercept him by saying: “Weeds. Yes, weeds. We are going to uproot those weeds out of our backyard. Those parasitic scoundrels wishing to incite civil disturbance across the streets of the royal capital.” thereby he looks at me with a confused look and makes his jaw drop afterwards.
“Uhm,...” I clear my throat as I proceed thereby: “What I really meant is we are going to extinguish the rebels in the streets and all over Kehina. As it seems, in accordance with Lady Anda’s word, the strife escalated to the point that the rural areas and the low class stature are disgruntled by the state affair.” hence, I do try my best to elaborate the situation to this big fellow.
“I see. Where are they, General?” in a brief response, it seems that he understood the circumstances occurring herein Kehina, he is saying it in a polite manner.
“I like your enthusiasm! But first and foremost, we need to clean whoever is close to us. Wherein that place is the plaza around the corner - to the East. They are wreaking havoc in the alleys in each and every nook and cranny. Come on, let’s go!” as I inform the orc champion and the rest of my crews to move out, on the double.
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Every time 'Durgat' sees someone who is hostile and dubious, he eliminates it very quickly. The orc warlord told me this beforehand after the debriefing, he said that he can sense people with malicious intent and bloodlust, thus, this moment around - I let him shine and obliterate every single of them. I might be worried a bit of harming our own but I put my confide in his words. At the very least, without using much of my men's energy and effort, we need to trust this orc champion. He may be rampantly prompting bedlam all around this place but not at all he makes a mistake or whatnot thus far yet.
"Are 'we',... I mean are 'you' done here?" conferring to the orc champion to rest, I stutter midway to rectify my statement.
"Aye, my liege. Most of them fled outside the city border, so I drove them away." Durgat declares, as I can see from his tone… that he is out of breath.
"So, what is your decision? Shall we pursue them or let us recuperate for a tad of time?" I suggest to the orc warlord since he did all of the work.
He smirks where he brushes his palm all over his face, denoting: "My lord, we need to chase those little ruffians without them recollecting their strength. My lord, please let me put them out of their misery! Ending it once and for all!" by the end of his breath, he shows great ardentism to his sentiment, hereby he displays his courteous request.
I instruct him to go without signifying a word but I beckon a hand before he starts to sprint. I look at Clyden, where he doesn't respond a word, albeit, he looks back at me and he shrugs his shoulders. The two aces? They have the same reaction,... I mean not as similar to Clyden's action but the two deliver their own signature of raising their brow - one raises on its left brow while the other raises the opposite. One sneers at me while the other glares in a neutral stance. I reckon Durgat might need a hand for the next excursion to capitulate out the rest of the rabbles. He maybe strong, big, tall for our size, however, in terms of stamina then it is a different story. It's been a couple of hours, 'Durgat' still hasn't yet returned. I was right when I deduced it - a single orc warlord can't keep up with its breath.
"Marshal, should we look for the orc champion?" Clyden worries about the orc champion.
"I am worried too, to be honest. But perhaps, we should wait for him a little longer." as I nudge Clyden's shoulder gently with my hand, I am putting a lot of confidence in my words.
"If you insist, milord. But it's already dusk. We can't dawdle like this and we don't have much time to play on this-..." Clyden blabbers out of his concern, hereby I place my palm near his face, stopping him to speak more of the nonsense, and as I jab my finger towards the orange ray of the setting sun.
"I believed in him… and up until now." I proclaim with confidence, as subsequently utter: "... did you trust in our new friend?" asking Clyden where his faith lies elsewhere. Where the dim opaque covers the light behind - the shadow of Durgat approaches as we await for his arrival. "Good job, Durgat! And welcome back!"