Nat kept looking out and listening if somebody would come at them while waiting for Darlith to come out. And then his ear caught it. A mere crack, but it was inevitably by someone walking. Walking towards them. He heard sliding behind him in the ditch and assumed that Darlith also heard it, that's why she went back. Knowing he won't be able to descend and hide himself in the debris of wagon, Nat quickly sprinted towards the nearest tree and grabbed one of the bigger branches. Pulling himself onto it, he carefully went over the branch, to stand closer to the trunk and froze. He was only partially hidden amongst the leaves, but if most of the followers were orcs, he hoped that their day-vision was not good enough to see him in between the leaves. 

It was a few minutes, though those seemed to go very slow, as he finally heard louder steps on the forest's moss. Many different Orcish sounds suddenly filled the clearing. Nat could make out a word or two in Orchish from his mercenary days, especially those that were associated with fighting, tracking, basic needs, and, obviously, swear words. However, the language always seemed to complex for him to grasp. Right now he could hear words like "failure", "death", "idiot", "hunger", but they didn't add up. He was growing tired of listening to that constant Orcish growl. Not to mention that crouching on a branch was a very uncomfortable and unstable position to be in. 

Soon he heard an intense orcish voice shout [i]"Brazgak"[/i]. He knew that word. It meant "Attention". The same voice then started rumbling something very fast and Nat could not understand anything. He heard somebody being punched and plumping on the ground. He heard a few insults then, thus assumed that the Orcs failed and their commander was furious about that. After dozens more heartbeats of shouting, he finally got silent. By the sound following he assumed, that everyone was ordered to move out. 

Nat dared to peek out through the leaves a little and saw the commander, a black orc with green armor, counting his subordinates, who were forming up ranks. They marched out, not even closely to how swift they marched in, probably only coming here, to meet up with everyone. 

Nat waited until the orcs could barely be heard and only then did he carefully hopped of the tree. His legs felt rather numb, after spending a significant amount of time on a tree branch. The half elf sighed. He wanted to regroup with Darlith because she knew of his family, yet he felt conflicted as she had somehow gotten his vigilance away from him, making him think of things that were his goal throughout whole life. However, the goals were so unreachable that he almost put them aside knowing it was impossible. And now they seemed in his grasp. He did not even know how should he approach them. The questions that bothered him. He shook his head chasing these thoughts away and raised his head. Darlith has already peeked her head out of the ditch and silently called his name, then once again with a little more voice. Nat sighed once again. [i]"I have to go there"[/i] he thought.

He moved away from the tree trunk and showed himself in the clearing, making sure that Darlith would see him. The half elf waved her once, as if he wanted to tell her to come here and then put a step back. He was being cautious should the orc commander have left scouts here.