Drekk was waiting for a response, and for the first time, he felt anxious. He knew there was no undoing what would happen once Vrognut arrived. He understood the outcome all too well because he had tried his best to keep his province at maximum capacity, but this was proving harder with each passing day.
There was no telling what would happen next, especially with the already strained relationship they had with the orcs. The balance was shifting, and though Drekk was a true believer in the King, the King himself was nowhere to be seen. There was no one to worship, and the silence from this being was deafening.
To Drekk, it was clear the orcs had prevented information from reaching him, which explained the lack of response. The only way forward was to push through the enclosement to get word out—but that would lead to massive casualties, and even then, there was no guarantee they would succeed.
