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Instead of creeping around like thieves, you decide to greet your fellow explorers. Doing so would avoid any bad blood between you.
As the noise approached, you cleared your throat, stepping out into the dark caverns. You make sure not to have your weapons drawn- and try to put on your best smile. <span class="mu-b">"Hello-"</span>
Wait, why are they walking in so much darkness anyway? Where is there torch? Suddenly, you hear a lot of grunting, sputtering, confusion, and oinking- and glowing red eyes.
Oh <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">shit</span></span>.
"MEN!?"
<span class="mu-b">"ORCS?!"</span>
There's twenty of them, maybe a bit more, slinking around in the darkness. They don't need lights to see down here; their eyes make their own light- the glowing hateful red eyes of the orcs. They are armed, have armor, and are all big, strong creatures. Even two or three would be a match for Snailfriend. There is zero chance to even fight back. Meaty hands are on your sword in an instant, and a thick fist in Jon's gut, stunning him, as the others are quickly surrounded.
