Rivendare woke up with a tremendous pain in the back of his head. When he opened his eyes, he observed that he was under a blanket, and all around him were various boxes. It was a cart, being moved along by horses, which he could hear. Rivendare attempted to get up, but was stopped when the cart hit some sort of bump in the road, and he was sent sprawling backwards, falling down harshly on the sore on the back of his head. He yelled out in pain, numerous swears.
A familiar harsh and feminine voice called back, "You finally woke up, I thought I might have hit you too hard on the back of the head." Rivendare called back, "Thanks for being so considerate, now can you let me out of here?" She replied, "Not at the moment, we're going through some pretty unfriendly territory, so I'm being cautious." Rivendare asked, "What do you mean by unfriendly?" No reply came, and he took the hint that he needed to stay perfectly quiet.
As he lay in perfect silence, he heard a sound that made his stomach turn. Orcs. The deep guttural sound of their language was not difficult to point out, and he knew by the sound of it, they were angry. The cart stopped. An Orc yelled out in frustration "What are you doing here, human?" The woman's reply was flawless, and practiced, "I am not your everyday human, I am a member of the Defias gang, and we oppose any actions of the alliance. Let me go in peace, I have no hatred for the Orcs." The Orcs that had originally spoken said, "If you are a friend of nobody, why do you carry such a heavy cargo?" Again, the reply came as if it was a prepared line, "This cargo only carries the goods that I need to survive." However, the Orc was not convinced. "If you don't mind, will you let us search it?" The reply was cold and harsh, "No, I mind, and if you do search in there, you will regret it." After this remark, he heard the familiar clink of money being exchanged from one hand to another.
The Orc was angry, and muttered something to his comrade and replied, "I understand, the Horde does not want to anger the Defias Gang." There was no reply from the woman, and the cart started up again. After a long pause, Rivendare tried to spark a conversation. He asked, "What is your name?" she replied quickly, "Andrayla." As Rivendare opened his mouth to speak but it was cut off by a sharp, ear-piercing whistle, than a thud, as an arrow landed right beside him. The wood around him splintered, sending sharp chunks of wood, like smaller arrows everywhere.
Several splinters hit Rivendare in the face, launching him backwards in pain. As he reeled upwards and back, he ripped off the cloth that covered the cart's cargo, exposing him to the battle. He caught a quick glance of Orc wolf riders charging the wagon, when his face was shoved down. He promptly heard the screech of an arrow that shot right through where he was sitting up moments ago. Anrdayla snapped harshly, "Get down you idiot!" Turning around, he saw Andrayla clutching a knife in one hand, and a bow in the other. She would turn, point the bow, shoot down an Orc, and then slash another off of his horse. Although she was shedding blood and viciously fighting, it was a graceful and practiced style of fighting that she enacted. His gaze was interrupted when she tossed a sword at him. He caught the hint, and started slashing Orcs.
After killing a few, one Orc approached, riding a huge wolf with bared fangs that oozed out saliva. The wolf howled in a blood-curdling scream that chilled Rivendare to the bone. The Wolf's rider was in a furious bloodlust, and began throwing axes. Even though the axes were heavy, they were thrown like toothpicks. Each one would shatter the cart as it hit. However, with every miss, the Orc became more furious, and launched his Axes with a frenzied pace. Although large amounts of axes had been thrown, he never seemed to run out. Andrayla was constantly firing a barrage of arrows at the Rider, but every arrow only intensified his rage. The Wolf drew nearer and nearer, and Rivendare felt his doom approaching with every inch of ground that the Orc gained. As he came within jumping range of the cart, the Rider stood up on his mount and stiffened his legs as if ready to jump. Rivendare and Andrayla flinched as the Orc grabbed an enormous hammer from his back and swung at the cart's wheels, knocking them off and stopping the car suddenly, which launched Rivendare and Andrayla into the air. Landing on the side of the road, next to Andrayla, Rivendare grabbed his sacred hammer and braced himself for combat.