Colin looked toward the cave entrance, but no one emerged for a long while.
Just as he was about to dismiss it as a gust of wind, the Orcs near the entrance parted to make way. A moment later, four small figures, each about a meter tall, walked up to Colin.
A closer look revealed a group of two Gnomes and two Halflings.
"Oh, heavens, someone from the civilized world is finally here!" one of the Gnomes exclaimed, looking up at Colin.
'There shouldn't be anyone here besides the Orcs, so...'
"You're the 'Black Giant Root' team?" Colin asked hesitantly.
The Gnome's shrill voice reminded him of the strange rat that had notified him of the mission.
The Gnome put his hands on his hips and said, "Are you questioning our professionalism? You big oaf."
"I'm just questioning your..."
"Our team has two Forest Gnomes and two Halflings. We have one Druid, two Rangers who are renowned in their hometown, and a Flying Thief who has mastered the arts of stealth and thievery!"
