Waking up was not a pleasant sensation. Jacob barely had a chance to open his eyes and register the fact that he was in some sort of dimly lit tent before he was being hauled roughly to his feet. Orcs. Foul, disgusting creatures, thought Jacob. He remembered that 2 of them, mounted on their wargs, had caught up with his horse. He had fought hard, managing to injure both of them before being knocked from his mount by a strong blow. 

"Where is it?" the low voice was barely more than a growl. Jacob didn't answer. The orc's clawed fist slammed into his stomach and Jacob would have dropped to his knees if he hadn't been firmly held in place by two more of the creatures. "Tell me" the orc demanded. 

They must have read the letter, Jacob realized, wondering which of them had enough brain power to learn to read. Again he said nothing. Heck, he didn't even know exactly what he had been carrying. The small package and sealed parchment had been handed to him by his lord and he had been told to make haste to the town of Glengate to find the wizard Myadl. 

When Jacob again failed to answer the question, the orc grabbed a burning stick from the fire pit nearby and held it close to the human's face. The fire burned and he could only bite back a scream for a few moments. "In the saddle bags!" he finally cried. 

The orc grinned, holding the fire close for another few moments before tossing the stick back into the fire pit. "We find the horse," he said to the other orcs gathered around.