[Annunfuiniel]

"Well well, what do we have here?" spoke the other of the sneaky creatures and eyed Kurzag's cavern. "Yes, cosy hole it is, Gurzrog. Here we live as snug as a bug in a rug."

Red light flamed in Kurzag's eye as he heard these words, and the drowsy drunkenness evaporated as anger made his blood boil. If one or both of the intruding orcs had erred to laugh he would have attacked first and spoken later but now, gritting his teeth, he managed to hiss "This cave is taken. Objections?" And with that he raised his sword and took a step toward the twin orcs.

The situation was two against one but Kurzag wasn't worried; he had fought against heavier odds more than once. He took another tread and so menacing was his wroth appearance that the orc which had acceded further into the cave now instinctively tried to retreat. But this surely was Kurzag's lucky day; for while withdrawing the orc stumbled on a pile of filth and fell on his back. Kurzag was at once over his opponent, the edge of his sword on the unfortunate creature's throat.

The other orc snarled in his corner and Kurzag eyed him maliciously. "Gurzrog, wasn’t it? I would keep quiet and act calmly if I were you, just so your brother won't get his ugly head cut off." He kicked away the blade which the tumbled orc had lost and then bent nearer to his prey his face reflecting bleak triumph.

"Now, did you have something more to say or would you like me to throw you to the door?" Kurzag uttered, his ill-affected tone matching his grisly grin. The orc grimaced back to him and barely controlled his rage.

"A meeting", the wretched thing murmured. "There's a meeting."

"What? Speak up if you've something to say!"

"Gorthroth summons you!" the other orc barked, wisely omitting the word 'Lord'.

Doubt filled Kurzag's vicious mind but he didn't let it show from his face. "I see. Well, you may run as he tells you to - that suits you fine. I guess this call was addressed to you by that cheeky little vassal of his, Rysha or whatever her name is." Kurzag gave a short dry laugh. "Hah! A glimpse of her whip and you wailed on your knees before her!"

Kurzag had now had his fun. He grabbed the orc from his rags, hitched him up and slung him towards the cave's entry. "Now run, run to your master! I might just follow you, to see how you bow to him and crawl in his bloody feet!"

His hideous croak rang in the ears of the fleeing twins; they would surely remember this encounter for a long time.

Revenge! You'll live to regret those words!