The morning was just breaking as they continued their journey along the path leading to a dark forest in the distance. Piere, still reflecting on Alaric's fireworks from the previous night, tried to understand the wizard's odd behavior. Zanuba, who always seemed serious, appeared more alert than usual, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.
As they traveled, they heard whispers from the villagers they passed. An old man with a wrinkled, worried face spoke loudly to his neighbor. "Orc Lord! He's in the forest! That wicked creature has destroyed three villages in a week!"
Upon hearing this, Zanuba stopped abruptly, her expression turning serious. "We need to prepare quickly. If the Orc Lord really is in the forest we're about to pass through, we can't let our guard down," she said firmly.
Piere, still confused about what an Orc Lord was, asked, "Orc Lord? Is he really that powerful?"