Intermission: Lengthening Days
The days grew short, and soon winter was upon the Alterac mountains. Two weeks had passed since Pruk's news at the fireside, and neither hide nor hair had been heard from the world without since. Life had progressed normally, save only that the days had grown colder and the nights even more so than they had already been. Few now marked the words of Pruk, and no new rumors had reached the camp since that night at the fire pit. The Orcs that had been heartened by the tales of glory and renewal now sat silently, brooding on futures that seemed like to never come. Vidarok, for his part, did not forget Pruk’s tale, but he could feel the bitter taint of cynicism growing in his mind as time passed. Yet, still, when all was quiet and naught but the cries of the crickets could be heard in the hills, he would often dream of proud warriors and great battles. It was foolishness he told himself, yet he was compelled to hearken to visions of riders that never came! Yet, when at the last it seemed he had clung only to a fool's hope, his vigilance and prayer was repaid in full.