As the trees and undergrowth shifted to conceal those at the top of the hill, the orcs mounted on wargs ran past, following the trail back toward the location of the assault on the human rider the night before. None seemed to notice those concealed there. 

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Jacob felt himself waking again, his body a mass of aches and pains. Coarse rope bit into his wrists, which had been bound tightly behind his back. Slowly, he rolled himself over, half expecting the orcs to grant him another beating for his efforts. But none came. It took a moment for his eyes to focus, but he looked around the tent. It seemed deserted of the foul creatures for the moment, but their evidence lay everywhere; crude weapons scattered on the floor, tattered furs, bones, and some unidentifiable greenish substance that Jacob took to be leftovers of dinner. The smell made his stomach churn.