As the sun began to set over the rocky peaks of Orc Mountain, Gruumish stood at the edge of the mountaintop lookout, scanning the surrounding landscape for any signs of human intrusion. The wind whipped through his hair, carrying with it the scent of pine and the faint sound of human campsites in the distance. He could hear the distant howl of wolves and the occasional flutter of an owl's wings, but no sign of human presence.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes.