Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20200103212127/@comment-34818102-20200111190536

The walls of the warcamp were stone, and rather tall. A testament to how long it's stood, if they could make stone walls around their camp instead of wooden pickets. The Gatehouse where the Orc Guard stood was in the center of the line, and the Gate itself was made of steel. The guard herself seems to be reading over the note, frowning as she feared it up. "Stupid human with his stupid empty threats..." She muttered to herself.

Of course, Wolfgar wouldn't be left alone. He had the feeling that someone or something was watching him, and no matter how much he looked around us wouldn't be able to see whatever kept their gaze on him.