Delegado eyed the pivot as Nebly got the secret door open with a flourish. The others there either gaped in amazement (mostly the idiot gnolls), tried to keep their admiration hidden and failed (Grullik), or seethed in jealousy (Orphan). I’m probably the only one here who noticed the last one, Delegado thought.
When two huntsmen went into the wild for an extended period, and came back to a village where one was known and the other not…well, the unknown one of the pair usually resented it.
If the half-orc hadn’t been very quietly laying a trap for a gnome whose skills were just too perfectly convenient, he would have done something about it.
Well, maybe not. Sometimes orcs took displays of emotion as weakness. There was a good chance they hadn’t noticed Orphan’s discomfiture, and Delegado wasn’t going to risk Orphan’s standing by drawing their attention to the insecurity of a night-bland.
Delegado’s set his teeth against a snarl. He’d been watching the pivot deliberately so he had seen what he was looking for. It hadn’t turned as something that hadn’t been opened in millennia. It was too smooth.
Like something that had been opened maybe a week or two ago, after Orphan had killed the hag.
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