Amazing what difference a full night’s sleep makes.
This plan would go off so much easier if the elves had all of their cavalry chasing one dumbass orc.
Not that it was a great plan. I go distract the guards. Shiner sets the captives free, and don’t worry about how he’s gonna do it. Blondie goes and takes care of the gate, and really don’t worry about how she’s gonna do it. Why am I doing this, again?
Although he knew why: the three of them were in a position to take a slap at some elves. And not civilized, assimilated elves, either: these were real old-school point-ears, the ones whose only problem with the first elvish invasions were that they didn’t succeed. There was no love lost between Elflanders and anybody. The urge to put a spoke in their wheels was attractive on general principles. The trick was convincing yourself not to do it, and none of the three had been inclined to try.