The short distance between the camp and the orcin settlement was to bring much grievance. Patience was waring thin among the men, and the thought of a victory came as a distant dream. The clamnsmen found themselves now treading in what seemed to be endless labyrinth of rock and moss, where the trees rose kilometres tall, and the smoke signals that were to lead them to their destination were vanishing from sight at a worrying speed..
As it seemed that all was lost, it was as if from nowhere that word had arrived by dove, of a group of travelling mercenaries that had heard news of a battle, and with an offer of reinforcements, a map was drawn and attached, that had the details of directions to an apparently 'safe point' somewhere close to their current location...
"Our prayers have been answered brothers!" Renkin said with a smile of relief on his face, raising the notes as he held his head, almost fainting with disbelief at that moment.
Kugar, then turning his head to face Renkin with a light frown, glanced to the man with eyes filled with quiet concern. Walking over to him slowly he began to explain 'if something is too good to be true, most of the time, it is niether good nor true....' before gesturing to the man to hand over the map and details to him.
Kugar Had lived long enough to realise that having too much trust can get you killed, and when something comes crawling from the darkness to shed some light on the situation, most of the time, it would only reveal more cracks.
"You lead us to our deaths!"
Gasps of disbelief concurred among the men, astonished as to how Renkin spoke to their leader, the man they followed and believed in. Though it was for the reason of his bloodline within the Ironfist family, and the position that his father held, that at times it seemed as though he was looked on as a kind of second in command. As it was he who was to be next in line to come of age, and strength, to battle in a challenge of combat and wits against Kugar for title of champion.
As these clansmen spoke among themselves, all eyes now lay on Renkin, some of confusion, others with a glint of anger in their stare.
"...No longer will we follow you blindly to the slaughter without the manpower needed... Too many have died Kugar, and we are suffering!"
A stroke of confussion crossed the clansmen as they then, lowering their weapons, turned to their leader with hope of an answer. An answer that would make things right..
"Renkin.. You knew the troubles that faced you from whence you came to fight for our freedom... Your father, he would have told you the same thing...
This foolish nature must stop, we waste too much time on this matter."
The atmosphere became confused, it was as if a war of words had already began, and that the outcome would interprete what came to be.
..It isnt freedom that you care for Kugar, it is blood!"
Renkin explained as he stood his ground before the men. His expression falling short of nothing but stern.
"Renkin if you leave, there is no turning back...Either what lays in these valleys will kill you, or you will die of starvation on the way....
Narrowing his eyes, Kugar glared at Renkin with an cold embracing glance.
"Walk as you may, Renkin... You have decided that you shall betray your people, and die running from battle, were as it will be I, and those that follow me on the path of rightousness that will die for that reason...
And it was with those words that Renkin Ironfist and those of the remaining clansmen that had preferations among the Ironfist name, went with him, lowering the once titan army ever more to a bundle of few lesser warriors.