[Captain Grishnahk]

A small click was heard under the table as Grishnahk slid a bolt into the wooded capsule of his crossbow. He knew that the people of the inn were becoming conspicuous of his presence. But he had to hide somewhere where the hunters would not look. His beady eyes stared at Farael when he was not looking, and when he did look, Grishnahk turned his head down. Grishnahk was not made Captain of the Dark Tower for no reason. He was skilled with weapons, and was a higher educated orc. He was the apprentice of Grishnakh before his disappearance when looking for The One Ring. But there was something different about Grishnahk. He had been banished from Mordor a few years back, and was sentenced to death due to his unnatural orcish behavior.

He was much like a man, having the choices between good and evil. Grishnahk was struggling with his orcish and elvish soul. He knew he was meant to do evil, and that was his only excuse for doing so. But he was also equipped with a conscience, and that was his main downfall.

Grishnahk rubbed his eyes, he had to leave soon before his death occurred. But he had to wait until the sun set.