[...Minutes earlier…]
"Ugh, the air down here is…smokey," the archer complained, pulling his scar over his mouth.
The path through the mines led into a labyrinth of chains, dangling over abandoned mining equipment, from carts littered with webs to rusted pickaxes. Nothing was said from the orc who led the way, though the giant was watching the surroundings like a hawk.
While Otto took note of the orc's caution, he kept watch himself, having more faith in his own senses. Particularly, he kept his eyes on the broad back of the partner assigned to him, finding himself inquisitive of the monster.
'He saved Astrid's life, mine too…I know that for sure. I accept that he's trying to change, but…that doesn't mean it's that easy for a monster to change their innate nature,' the archer considered.
