As you follow the footsteps, you soon come across five injured orcs retreating from the direction of the battle. They all seem wounded, and are dragging several crates through the marsh, which is slowing them down enough for you to easily catch up. As you come within 40 feet, the largest of the orcs hefts a twisted, serrated blade in the air and begins yelling at you in orcish. Each of the orcs wears a familiar medallion with a three-taloned hand, and have skin that shimmers as if covered in small scales.
For those that speak orcish
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The orc is warning you off, saying he has a blight blade and that you will die if he strikes you with it, even if you should cut him and his party down.
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