I know not how many days I spent in my grim quarters, but after some time had passed I was wakened by a guard. Not a smart one, but fierce and not too friendly. He wielded a club and used it convincingly to keep me moving. A talkative orc it was, repeatedly shouting insults at me - some of which I could not understand. He brought me into a room filled with chains and tables and sharp tools of all kind. There stood a large black uruk with yellow eyes and he looked at me with such eagerness.
'A dwarf! Well well, what brings you here so far from home shorty? Looking for treasure perhaps? Did you happen to find anything to steal with your little hairy paws?'
I remained silent.
'Not a single word ey? Well, no matter, I will soon have you sqealing like a pig!'
His guards lifted me up upon a table and bound my hands and feet with chains. What happened next, I will leave to memory. But know that the pain has left its mark. The uruk kept asking after hidden treasure - quite inquisitive for an orc to suspect me of burglary. When he was done for the day, he asked the same dull-witted guard to escort me back to my cell.
'You have golds don't you little dwarf? Shiny stones or, or, other shiny things yes? The master will get it out of you I know it! We'll get your shinies in the end! Ha!'
'Would you like "shinies" orc?'
He hit me with his club.
'Pushdug is my name!'
'Alright, Pushdug, would you like some shinies?'
He pushed me forward as he said:
'Yes, we will get your shinies'.
'Aye, I know you will, but don't you want all those shinies for yourself? I can give them to you.'
'I would like some shinies yes yes! Where are those shinies? Tell me dwarf! I will get it.'
'I can show you where to find them. They are outside, not far from here. We can go get them and come back. You can keep all the gold for yourself! Shiny stones too! The big uruk does not need to know.'
The orc turned silent, which was a good sign with this blabbing filth. Then, after some time pondering on my words, he said:
'I am not dim, I know what you want, you want to escape. They always want to escape!'
'Nay, nay, we can go out and get the gold and I promise I will come back with you here. Don't you want all that gold for yourself? You will have enough gold to become chief yourself! No more guard duty, but your own fort and your own troupe to follow and protect you. Gold can do that, gold can give you all you want.'
My plan first seemed to work, but then he yelled: 'No! Chieftain will be angry when I let you out, yes he will! He likes his prisoners in prison.'
The orc threw me in my cell and left.
