They'd bit off more than they could chew this time. Oron was lucky the arrow didn't pierce his lung. And what remained of his mercenary warband scattered to the wind - routed by an army that wasn't supposed to be there. Oron'd live long enough to make sure the noble regretted crossing him.
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