Returning to the tribe was a new experience as you saw the war machine turn the camp into a death trap. All around the encampment were new devices forge by the goblins. The orc were armored and blades sharpened ready for the kill. They had doubled in numbers since the last time and now you could feel the tension in the air. 

A horn blew from the central tower and now the chief stood out overlooking the numbers of orc and the goblins with large sacks on their backs. "Now we are ready to strike first at the heart of our enemies! Tonight we will attack the rouge tribes of orc that refuse to join our ranks. Let the drums spread fear to our enemies!" The drums began their rapid beat then a steady deep tone telling everyone death was coming. The rage drive orc began to charge to the north. The goblins rode on worg running ahead as shock troops to soften any resistance. 

Deillia was about to rest a hand on your shoulder but hesitated. "If I may, I will retire. I have traveled more with you then my past life. I am very weary and need munch rest." She walked slowly off to the caves. She had no challenges as the rest of the tribe was tense and looking at the central tower.

The remaining force was a third of all fighters. Gull was the first to cross your path. "You have returned. Good. The pit is ready and soon we will have a hundred new Worg like yourself! Now I just need you to take the team and after a few days rest capture a troll. Be warned it will be the fiercest fight you will ever have. You will need to wear armor. The shear strength of a troll with its talons can cleave a orc in two! No doubt The Chief will want a word with you as well."