Gurge slowly relaxed from his rage and felt his potential increase. Gradually, he lowered his greataxe — The Greataxe — to touch the cavern floor. The campfire’s light danced across his furrowed brow. He had a sense of something finding its place in his mind.
Gurge thought about the tactics of his group. He immediately had two concerns. First, why was his group always focused on frontal assault? Second, how could he possibly be the first one amongst these geniuses (relatively thinking) to consider this?