Grignak had heard stories of a human town ripe for the taking...formerly defended by a human empire that was now in the advanced stages of decline.  The town had good farmland, a mine producing iron and copper, and forests.<br/><br/>And Grignak was travelling with his Wolf Riders, a band of five strong, if relatively inexperienced, orcish warriors.  He had chosen his band carefully, picking only strong warriors with keen reflexes and good eyes.  With some development and training, they would be a fearsome cadre.  Indeed, they looked fearsome now...<br/><br/>The band was travelling through one of the forests surrounding the town.  Grignak came to a road which wound its way through the forest.  It looked like it was not as well-travelled as it had been in times past, but not deserted.  The ogre figured if the band lied in wait, something...or someone...would happen along.  The orcs were impatient, but they obeyed the huge ogre.<br/><br/>After an hour, the sound of horses came in the distance.  A slow sound, along with squeaking and creaking.  A wagon, Grignak realized.