Ashara Nightfire's POV
After entering the gates, the group of us were herded forward by two burly orc guards, their armour clinking like old iron chimes.
We trudged across a muddy path as a cold wind swept over the walls. In the distance, a massive stone dome loomed.
Soon, we were split off from the others and marched toward a cluster of squat stone blocks, a little ways away from the dome.
Here, rows of rectangular wooden boxes waited for us, each box as tall as a wardrobe and twice as heavy.
"Come on," called one of the orc women. She motioned to me with a jerk of her hand and strode toward the nearest section. I watched her swing one of the massive boxes onto her shoulder with effortless strength.
'Damn, girl,' I thought, blinking in disbelief.
These orc women could pass for professional hauliers.
