"I believe that's our que to continue along the Ridge Line," The elementalist pointed to the trail continuing north, "This is your homeland, Willow, lead on and we will follow."

The Prince took the lead with Serna close by ready to lend her shield should Willow need protection.

The main group continued along the Ridge Line with no more interruptions from the wildlife, or other random encounters with intelligent enemies. The narrow ravine gradually opened up exiting into the valley below. At the base was a village but there seemed to no clear signs of anyone traversing it. At least not out in the open.

"I don't like this," Serna whispered to no one in particular, "It's a village but there is no one about. This looks like a trap to me."

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"So, Dragolem, how much do you know about the trouble we've gotten ourselves into this time?" Irzen asked the Draconic Elemental.

"Trouble? You haven't seen the horde yet, have you? When you see it, let me know what kind of trouble you think we can get into. First things first, we get these four to where they need to be and take out any of the orc riders along the way." Dragolem said grimly.

"Agreed!" Irzen moved off towards the left flank of the Dwarves keeping his eagle eyes out for any trouble.

Danvald and his kin made haste along the narrow rocky path that lead back down into the valley. Hill dwarves were surprisingly good at running over rough terrain and the valley had plenty to go around. Dragolem kept pace with the hill dwarves easily enough even though he remained on their right flank keeping watch for trouble.

Irzen also was able to keep with the Hill Dwarves as he scanned his surroundings for any signs of trouble.

Danvald and kin maintained a steady pace towards the road and stopped suddenly. The sounds of orcs on worgs were close by. The dwarves crept up to where they had hid one of their supply wagons and armed themselves preparing for a fight. Meanwhile Dragolem climbed up into a gnarled oak tree that gave him a skyline view of the enemy. He snorted from the foul smells on the wind and was able to pinpoint the direction of the noise. Grumbling, he jumped back down to the ground effortlessly next to the Swordsman. "A pack of five riders, ten totally if you included the worgs directly ahead of us on the other side of the road, maybe fifty yards give or take."

"Any way you can see getting around them without them picking up our scent?" The Swordsman asked drawing forth his blade, Evenflow.