The orc variant, twitchy and eager for action turned and stared directly at the elf variants, "It's been five minutes…" he shrugged like a boiling kettle about to pop off, "no one's out yet…"
"Be patient," the dwarfs interjected, just to pacify the orc, but even they had doubt written all over their faces.
It wasn't until after another five minutes that everyone became sure something was wrong.
The orc didn't even have to speak this time, the elf variant girls were fuming with anger after reading the situation wrongly.
A heated argument was about to start as the orc and demon variants turned to the elves—
"Perhaps every tunnel leads somewhere." The single female elf variant spoke for the first time, dousing the flames that were about to start.
The orc huffed, snorting a literal steam of air from his boar-like nostrils before turning to face the elf speaker, "Clearly it does—"
"I say we split up and pick different holes to explore," she continued unabated.
