"Could have gone worse, I suppose," the druid said. It was strange to see words somehow slide through a cat's mouth. "No horrible offense taken, at least not from you."
"Not out yet," Throgg said. No sooner had the orc spoken than he pulled up short.
A short distance away, between a handful of sewn hide tents, a cookpot had just reached a boil. Two Grimtotem laughed as they wrestled a small human girl between them. She wept frantically, and her eyes were glazed with hysteria. Throgg's hand reflexively twitched, tightening around his mace. A dozen warriors stood laughing at the girl.
"By Elune," the druid said. He looked to the orc, then back to the tent. "It's a trap. The timing's too good. They knew we'd leave this way. Throgg, this is a setup ... "
The orc shook his head. "Then it is a good one. Get free of here." With a stern look at the group, Throgg slammed his helm over his head. "Tell ... tell little belf that I'm sorry I didn't come back."
The druid couldn't even open his mouth before the orc was in the middle of the tauren, screaming "I say thee, 'Nay!'"