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Astride his horse Grik continued to scan the road as the caravan moved foreward. No sign of trouble was a good sign, for the caravan should make it to the destination on time. He wiped his brow and cursed the glaring of the rising suns, awaiting the fall of dusk again.
As they rested and ate Grik thought of practicing. To loosen up the tight muscles of travel, and to further prepare him for his role in the Horde. He would wait till after his watch and slept in the shade till he was called on. Then following the standard procedure of the other Rogs, he circled rest of the caravan watching the perimeter of thier camp. When time came for the next watch he moved to a clearing to work out that over head chop that his mob chief had taught him.
Soon enough Grik and the rest of the Rog were called to mount up and get into position. The remaining two suns were diping lower into the sky, of that he was happy. Also happy that one of the bright orbs had disapeared, he did not know why, but for some reason it seemed to make Telath slightly easier place to live during the Brightenings.
The darkening passed uneventfully, and soon the dawn of a new brightening was emerging. Weary from the road and travel plus the coming bright light affect Grik. He paid attention to his job, as any loyal grunt would do. But he was amoung the first to see the fort of Narim, and it brought forth a spring to his canter. A murmer went amount the Rog as they closed and saw the fellow Horde mates sleeping in trenches. They should have hovels built within the city.
Grik was now at attention, though still weary, he reached to loosen his axe. To be ready for conflict if that came. Grik was more a creature of action than patience, one thing that he woul have to work on as he wished to grow within the ranks of the Horde. Keeping pace with the caravan, he watch the coming fortifications, along with possible ambush points to thier rear.
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