We chiefs have met for many days. Our enemy waits on the outside, but we do not know what waits within, only that food runs low.
The question is: leave, or venture further in?
At long last, we decided to send a scout. We shall see if anything lies on the other side of this ruin.
The scout returned. He reports a valley, warmed by these Dwarven contraptions, and rich in game for slaughter.
We held a vote. I cast mine for a valorous end in battle, to avenge the dead of Orsinium, to redress the betrayal of Baloth Bloodtusk.
But the scout's hyperbole carried the day. We move further in.