As Ryoga, Ate, Cueball, Sven, and Smirk made their way to the falls below Uland Island, they hard a loud ruckus coming from the caves behind the waterfall. They moved towards the grunts to listen in on what was going on.

"By tonight, we shall control the flow of the best rum in all of Mordor!" yelled the leader.

"Who's that?" asked Smirk.

"The one talking is Mihraw," replied Ryoga. "He's the orc chieftain."

"It seems like they want to take over the rum distillery," observed Sven.

"Yes, it seems as if that's been their plan all along," said Ate.

"Yes, indeed," said a voice from above. The group looked up to see two orc guards clinging to the rocky ceiling.

"Intruders!" yelled the second orc. The orc army quieted and lookd toward the entrance.

"Kill them!" commanded Mihraw.

"Out!" yelled Ryoga. Smirk threw daggers aimed at each of the orcs' throats, killing them instantly, before following the others out.

The group made their way through the pool to solid ground where they awaited the impending battle.

"Finally," said Cueball. "Time for some fun."