The Queens of Mahal

Chapter 2; An attack on Erebor!?

"So what are we gonna do?" Megila asks, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt underneath the table.  The three women had traveled back to Mahal's house, silence intensely filling the room.

Mahal walks into the room, setting tea down on the table for each of them. Then, she sits down herself. Letting out a huff, she responds, "The best thing we can do is tell the king."

Megila perks up at that, her eyebrows rising, "Yeah! That's a great idea!" She says happily. She stands up, but is tugged back down by Ralga.

"Meg, she was being sarcastic." The grey-haired dwarf says, sitting the other back down.

"Oh.." Megila mutters, her shoulders deflating in defeat.

"Hun, the best thing telling the king will do is get us executed. The king is a big cocked bitch who thinks he's all that." Mahal scoffs, crossing her arms firmly across her chest and rolling her eyes.

"Oh..." She repeats, deflating some more.

"But." Ralga begins, sitting up straight. "That doesn't mean we can't find something else to do!" She says, before standing up. "I know some people who can help us. We just need to pin point when the attack is."

Mahal scoffs, raising an amused eyebrow as she looks over at the tall female, "Heh, maybe this dump of a kingdom being raided is for the best. The bitch ass, piss boys that live in it will die with it."

There's a moment of silence, before Ralga continues, "So are the women. Countless women and innocent children." She continues, her expression grimacing at the mere thought of children being hurt or worse by orcs.

Megila gasps, placing her hands on her cheeks, "Oh no! Not the children!" She cries, her voice betraying her fear and worry.

"Alright, alright, calm down." Mahal says before standing up just like Ralga. "We're badasses, are we not? And hey, I know some short cuts here and there. I think if we sneak around a bit, we can find the whereabouts of the orc's base." She says, her gaze shifting between the two ladies.

"You're right! They obviously couldn't track their way back to their original camp, due to the fact it's so far away!" Ralga says, her voice, rising slightly. She'd never admit it, but she's a big fan of puzzles and mysteries, it's one of the only things that could excite her, even if just a little.

Noticing her change of tone, Mahal smiles fondly, and rests her cheek on her hand, watching Ralga with caring eyes.

Megila notices this, her expression darkening a bit, but she quickly shakes her head a bit and her expression goes back to normal. But suddenly, an idea snaps into her head, "Wait.." she begins, before standing up. "Tracks! That's just it! Remember how back at the waterfall they had a lot of people there. They were obviously going back to their camp, so following the tracks, we could find it much easier!" She says happily. She was so happy that she finally had something to say! Most of the time, she just kinda feels dumb.

Ralga and Mahal share a glance, then look back at her.

"Sorry love uh.." Mahal mutters, rubbing the back of her head sympathetically.

"We're not going to go with that. If we do, we'd most likely be caught. Mahal's plan is more thought out, for there's less of a chance of us getting caught." Ralga explains rather bluntly, crossing her arms and staring at Megila.

Megila shrinks back into the chair, but just nods and chuckles, "Heh..  uh.. Y- yeah! I understand!" She says simply, her shoulders tensing up. She hated that she let this affect her so much. It was stupid, right? Probably.

"Perfect! When should we do this?" Ralga hums, placing her hands onto the table. Finally, her expression softens. It hasn't seemed to do that since they spotted the group of orcs.