We had been on the road for about six hours, walking from dusk till dawn. Some of us were tired and hungry, but the orc by our side kept walking confidently, assuring us that we were getting closer.
At first, I didn't trust him. But when I thought about the situation more carefully, I realized that helping us wouldn't benefit him. On the contrary, if he was lying, he would be putting himself in great danger - something I'm sure he wouldn't want.
Under normal circumstances, he said we should have reached the rebel nest by now. But due to the heavy presence of the Fourth Epic's soldiers in the vicinity, we had to take a longer route to avoid battle.
The weather here was warmer than in the other kingdoms we had visited. The forest was drier and the number of living creatures was too few to be seen. According to the orc, this was because the Fourth Epic had cut down trees and polluted the area to increase production.