Re: The Dwarven Company
Many of the Dwarf troops are melancholy, seeing their “token tall-one” leaving.
”Always good to have one around,” a Dwarf soldier mentions. “I’m from Vipicacus, we had bunches of’em. Sometimes, you’re in a shop, and the top shelf’s a bit too high… oh, and refilling the lamps. It’s a pain in the butt, dragging the step ladder around, but if there’s a human handy…”
”No lamps around here. Or shelves.” Another Dwarf observes.
”Still. It’s the principle of the thing.”
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Leithol agrees with Arctos’s plan. We must rest a little here, but not long. Perhaps leave under cover of darkness, and get some distance. The Huns will react to this, but we do not yet know how. Whatever the case, our attack here will not remain a secret. I suspect word is already being passed in the halls of the Hun Overlords. Time has begun to ebb, and we must hurry. We shall alert Heolstor; we Elves will plan to move ahead at nightfall.”
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In the light of dawn Dunduin takes a break from dealing with wounded, and takes stock of the little town of Tullum. Gradually, the people here are becoming aware of what happened, and starting to think about what will happen next. There is a great fear that the Huns will return to reimpose their control, once the troops have moved on. They fear that they will be punished, if only because the Huns will feel that someone ought to be punished.
Some want to use this opportunity to leave, but there is another complication: food. It is November, and the food supplies are being stored for the winter. Moving somewhere else means moving food as well, and that is not easy. There are very few transport animals available to the town. Most have been eaten. There are the pigs- vast herds of pigs, bred to feed the Orcs. Mobile meat with feet. Some of the locals are already talking about taking some herds of pigs with them. It’s risky- if they are caught with them by the Huns, it will hard to explain just why they are stealing food meant for Orcs.
Orcish appetite for animal flesh is the main reason the Orcs tolerate Humans. As slaves, Humans can raise many pigs, which in turn feed many Orcs. Orcs are very bad at farming themselves, as brutal violence is not an effective agricultural technique. But in the process, Orcs generally end up killing a lot of the Humans’ working farm animals. This means the Humans must work that much harder, without oxen or horses to pull the loads. That’s alright with the Huns.
Arctos, meanwhile, follows his nose to stables. He discovers the same issue, from a different direction. Tullum is grossly short of working animals. Those that exist are generally in poor shape- the lucky survivors that for some reason have not already been eaten. Others belong to a handful of merchants who happened to be here during the battle, including the few who were in the tavern across from the gate, and pitched in to help the attackers.
These merchants are hastily packing up. They know that there is a very high chance of extreme badness happening here, soon. If the Orcs come back, and decide "to teach this town a lesson"...
Arctos happens upon a few of the merchants discussing those very probabilities:
"Personally, I doubt it. You know most of their armies are gone, pulled out over the summer. They've left garrisons. If you commanded the garrison at Nanciacum, what would you do? Launch a counterattack at Tullum, or assume you're next, and prepare to defend your walls?"
"They're Huns, Staffenos, logic's not their strong point."
"Battle logic is. But they'll send scouts, to see what happened. They might be tempted, if they think Tullum is weak and easy. So I'm taking no chances. Even a small scouting party could be very dangerous."
A third merchant shakes his head. "The garrison commanders are jealous of each other. They'll be afraid of the risks. They'll each try to maneuver the others into risking his troops on a scouting mission here. That'll take days."
The one named Staffenos adds; "Likely, we have a few days. The overlord at Divodurum is the strongest around. He'll push the others to act. He's got the priests there, he'll torture a few into giving him divinations, then he'll act. But I'm still taking no chances. Anything could happen. I'm leaving as soon as I can, for Burgundy."