BOOOMMMM!
Ambrose's head snapped to the ceiling, which rained dust after yet another explosion outside.
"Uhm." He swallowed, eyes returning to the blind Elder. "I know you said we shouldn't leave, but you realise if you're under attack the enemy—"
"The human can leave." The female elder sneered in orcish. "This is orc business."
That made Ambrose blink and let out a relieved breath all at once.
For a minute he thought the blind Elder was trying to insinuate he was behind the attack.
As screams began echoing from outside, Keylath grabbed the hilt of her broadsword. "We can't just stand in here while the enemy attacks."
"Think, Keylath," the sightless elder warned. "Why would Kharzug and his tribe decide to attack just moments after Beherath's return?"
Silence dropped into the room.
Suddenly, Ambrose understood what the older man had been trying to drive at all this while.
"Spies." He murmured in orcish. "Your people have spies."
Keylath's jaw tightened.
