Findir's Mission (11)
This was the reality Findir had to endure in silence, all while his heart ached with a desire to help. But he couldn't. His mission took precedence, and any move to aid the slaves would risk everything. So he kept his head down, even as his soul screamed for justice, knowing that one wrong step could unravel the fragile balance he had maintained within the orc camp.
Each time he witnessed the atrocities, Findir felt his heart twist in agony. He considered abandoning his mission, just for a moment, to free as many slaves as he could. The urge was strong, almost unbearable at times, especially at night when the broken cries of the slaves echoed through the camp, mingling with the stench of death and sweat. The thought of slipping away under the cover of darkness, freeing those who still had the strength to run, crossed his mind repeatedly.