You creep up silently behind the duo and hide behind a semi-dense bunch of shrub, just close enough to make out the words the conversation taking place between the two...
"...I can't stand anymore of this place. Every day is another chance for the so-called elites to nag us about stupid menial tasks. Seems like every day is just another opportunity for our Commanders to make us dig some pointless trench, or set up some useless barricade in the middle of nowhere. Not to mention the fact that there's been talk of a massive Horde push coming our way. And rumors are often the spawn of truth".
The two remain silent for a few moments, then the other, a dwarf by tone of voice, responds.
"Ayye laddeh, i'm no traitor to the Alliance, but anything aught tae be better than sitting round' here an waiting fer tha' Horde tae roll through us like dough. Better we do somethin' about our situation than tae stand by tweedling our thumbs aye?"
"Agreed" say's the other male voice.
As you slowly try to make your way out of the thicket, you accidentally trip backwards over a root, causing a loud rustling to be heard by both parties.
"Ayye! who's there? show yerself laddeh!"
You suppose there's only one choice to be made now.
