As we were preparing for our trip into the abandoned mines, we were approached by a stranger. A young orc, with a terrible yellow complexion and a slender figure, as if he had been ravaged by disease. The strange orc asked us even stranger questions. He knew about that dreadful necromancer, he knew about the Pact.
The child and lizard were unsurprisingly, not very good at keeping secrets and let this possible enemy know about the details of our adventure thus far. About how the Master was murdered, and we avenged her against this necromancer. And the strange orc responded, again in a strange manner, he himself had been sent by his order to slay the necromancer. It all felt a bit too coincidental, so I was wary and kept my tongue.
We were roughed up from our previous encounter, and we would not have been able to stand against this possible attacker without suffering losses ourselves. The child decided to invite the strange orc along, the lizard and the rest of the party agreed. They intended to bring the orc along to the Master's mansion, but I objected. Staying on friendly terms with a possible assassin is one thing, inviting them into your home is a step too far.
As the rest of the party rested their bruised bodies, I sharpened my axe, inspected my tools, and refined my runes. Whatever this strange orc had been planning, I would be ready.