However, unwelcome visitors were about to arrive. Uccsai of Varkrek was leading a band of foragers far out beyond the fringes of the main Orcish army. Attracted by the distant sounds of the market, and the smells of good cooking, he led his warriors toward a bridge.
The humans were watchful, though, in this uneasy border region, and from the top an an old tower visible across the river, a horn call sounded. Not abandoned after all … Uccsai ordered the troop to forget about the bridge; the river looked shallow enough for safe crossing if they were quick about it. His warriors were not. Exhausted from the days’ march, they were slow in reaching the ford, and quickly fell in a line, as a few eager yopungsters, anxious to prove themselves, pressed ahead, while the rest lagged.