The emissary jerks awake as he hears steps draw in. He spent the night uncomfortably, barely sleeping due to being tied up with the webs of that human-spider monster around his hands and ankles.

Only abominations would treat an agent of diplomacy in such a way
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The cart slowly rolls onto the main place of the little village that the uruks have built over the last night – the beating heart of the Mordor community with a variety of shops and taverns. A parley flag is fixed on a long stick towards the left of the man who brings the cart to a stop.

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*Three tied-up men kneel in front of Lord Reginald who paces up and down in front of them. Around them a huge group has gathered. The face of each and everyone of them is full of outrage*
You have besmirched our mission. Attacking other humans? Are you bloody kidding me? +

*Lord Reginal’s gaze takes in the carnage left in the camp. Ten good men gone. Butchered. Some with their throats ripped open, others with their hearts missing. Hard to believe this should be the work of one of those Elven-orc half breeds. Moriondor or whatever these monsters call themselves. +