Blurg tried to discern what is going on. Not even in grand fair time there wasn't a jam like this. He didn't understand why the ferries are empty. Pigs should be transported to the other side, he should be seeing happy pig herders totting bags of gold.
"They won't let us cross", someone said through dry cough.
Two ork elders puffed smoke sitting under a small shelter. Blurg called them good day and approached.
"Since this morning we are trying to cross, but imperial army sent us back. Closed the border", spoke old ork with big hairy ears, while the other one was coughing his lungs out.
"Was there an announcement?" asked Blurg.
Coughing granpa finally got his breath back.
"Yes, they nailed some paper to the tree, but we can't decipher them symbols."
"They say we should talk to our chieftains, that some agreement has been broken", added the other ork and sucked hard on his pipe.
Blurg turned around. New herders were incoming, adding to the traffic congestion. Imperial soldiers were already in shield wall repelling growing sea of animals. He also saw Lerah elbowing her way to the shore, trying to look out for someone.
He waved. She responded. They started plowing trough the crowds, eager to meet.
"They closed the border", she said moving close to hug Blurg.
"There will be war", he murmured.
Old orks simply went on observing the swelling ocean of pigs, puffing their smoke.
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