the Pit

A scream.. that of an orc... I felt my head aching as I opened my eyes. I suddenly realised I still lay on my back in the fighting pit. I reached for my sword and slowly sat up. I saw a man and two Uruks in the pit before me. The man leaped forward and plunged his dagger in the neck of an Uruk. I stood up and felt my entire body ache. The man came running towards me chased by the second Uruk. We both dodged the sword attack of the Uruk, and the stranger plunged his dagger in the leg of the Uruk. I finished the job by cutting his throat.

I watched as more and more orcs entered the village. Tensions rose in the village between the Dunlendings of the ox-clan and the their white hand guests. As the day progressed the tension ended up in some brawl fights between orcs and ox-clan here and there. Me and Frerick both were feeling the dread of the upcoming fate that awaited us. Somewhere around noon a Dunland warrior silently came to our cages, carefully looking around if no-one spotted him. He threw at both of us an unspoiled big chunk of roasted boar leg and quickly disappeared again.