In the Footsteps of the Grey Company RPG

[the real findorfin]

As Geariel slipped away Gorthroth felt her presence diminish, but continued along the route. The ambush would not fail because of her. He was enraged by the actions of the foolish Wight but she was small and he would deal with her later.

He turned on Kurzag as the orc spoke, "do....we will do nothing until the enemy approaches!"
His voice was more stern than normal and he sent even more waves of fear and power over Hermesin and Kurzag.

His plan had already been changed and he would now be alone in the midst of the dwarves and men. He would have to wait longer before attacking lest he be overwhelmed, which would mean Cersed would wait longer...perhaps too long. But surely Rysha would not, he had her under his command.

"Hermesin, scout ahead to the entrance over there," Gorthroth commanded, pointing to the entrance through which the enemy would enter. As he left, Gorthroth felt the presence of Cersed across the wide hall.

"Good," he thought, "we are all in place."