Meanwhile, a group of six orcs had strapped on various, mismatched pieces of armor, picked up weapons and were mounting their wargs. The animals snarled, some snapping at each other before the orcs kicked them into a reckless gallop, heading out of the campsite and up the slope which the human prisoner had been dragged down the night before, intending on heading back to where the rider had been captured and track his horse.

And they were headed right toward the quarreling parties at the top of the hill... 

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