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Matilda was glad that her helmet was blocking out the smell of horse dung and mold. Scanning the area where she should go next, heading towards the middle door. Treading carefully as she made her way further into the fortress. The sounds of water drops and other strange sounds did not help with her paranoia. But she assumed that she could be heard, because of her heavy armour. Stopping to check her surroundings, making sure there was no one waiting to ambush her. After a few silent moments, she could see the mark on her shoulder plate starting to glow red hot. Signifying that the others had arrived, walking further out towards what she presumed was the commander’s office. 

The large orc was searching everywhere for any kind of clue, it didn’t matter if it was some sort of paperwork. What would be even better if she could find one of the kidnappers to interrogate.  She hoped that the culprits were here, just so she could give them a well deserved beating.