Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190329153603

The Stormhawks headed up a mountain path. The farther up they got the more treacherous it became. It was getting hard to follow as the snow was hiding loose stones and faults in the path.

Relan felt that he stepped on a loose stone as it shifted under his weight and began to plummet down the mountainside.

Since the Companions had no knowledge of this attack and Jofrodr had affirmed that these Stormhawks weren't responsible, it was safe for Kal to assume that some other mercenary or bounty hunter group killed them.

"If they are dead then we best get back to the mine." Bodvar said. "The predators will be coming for these bodies."

He ordered the others to group up and follow him.

"What do you have to trade?" The warrior asked her, still keeping a hostile tone.

Orcs didn't really have an economy. They only produced what they needed to use themselves when they needed it. Anything they couldn't produce themselves they stole from the nearby settlements. As such there were no shops in Orcish strongholds, only a handful of artesans like smiths or alchemists that produced goods as the tribe had need of them.

There was also no Orcish currency, any transaction was made with goods of relatively equal value to both parties. If Lamush didn't have anything of value to trade in return for supplies, she knew that she wasn't going to be getting anything.