Nitendae at the orc camp

Nite' had been studying the orc camp for several hours. Perched high on the overlooking hill, near invisible in the shadows.
His current patron, the Sorcerer, had 'requested' that he retrieve a small book that the orcs had acquired on one of their raids across the area. But the orc camp was too random, too volatile, no set routines to plan by and no non-lethal avenues to enter by.
Resigning himself to the need for 'wet' work he was made aware of other bodies on the ridge, Cogitari, his small grey kitten, had become extremely tense - the bond between them alive with warning.
Easing deeper into the shadows Nite' began to notice other men studying the orc camp and it was only after noticing these men that he finally spotted the young flame haired boy in charge.
Nite' hoped that he would have spotted the boy alone, but wasn't convinced that he would have.

Several cold, damp, miserable nights later spent hiding from orcs and the flame haired boy -who to Nites' disbelief seemed to have a bloody great wolf as a pet - Nitendae was relieved when the the boy and his band of farmers/ townsfolk finally attacked the orc camp.
A simple plan, set fire from the rear forcing the orcs to flee to a killing field, all well and good if you weren't looking for a highly flammable book in the orc camp.
Nitendae didn't have much time to observe if the attack was successful. Covered in a soaked heavy cloak, Cogitari tucked deep in a pocket, Nite' slid/ tumbled, jumped/ fell into the camp. Heading for the leaders tent he avoided madly fleeing orcs and was relieved to finally duck inside.
As is inevitable, even at times when his camp was on fire, there was an orc who put treasure above safety. Frantically stuffing coins, silverware and a gold clasp book into a sack he was not aware of Nitendae's arrival. The stunned and slightly quizzical look as Nitendae plunged a dagger deep into his back the last he ever made.
Grabbing the sack and seeking safety rather than more treasure, Nite' departed the tent. Avoiding a few orc stragglers he made his way to the rear ridge wall, searching for the blackened silk rope he had left hanging. Checking both Cogitari and the sack were safe he made the climb back up. Safely back at his hidden camp he studied the on going work of the flame haired boy......


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