Produktbeschreibung
The Temple’s patrol was having a hard time hunting down a gang of marauders. Their compass was broken and the canyons all looked the same to them…
“Excuse my saying so, my brother, but you must admit that we are lost.”
“Yes,” grumbled a Templar who was holding a map of the region. “Luckily none of us is wounded.”
The massive figure of an orc armed with a sword suddenly appeared as they turned around a bend, not even ten metres from them. The Templars put their hands on their hilts. The orc smiled in a sly way and spoke to the one holding the map. His pronunciation was not perfect, but he could be understood.
“I can lead you back, but you’ll have to give me two swords, two shields and the spyglass hanging from this one’s belt,” he said while pointing at the squad’s leader. |
