Just for context, I do remove a lot of ‘bloat’ from my drafts, you can see here the bloat below from the initial draft → to what I posted (this will have punctuation issues and grammatical mistakes that I resolve afterwards)
Greshka had not been in the cleft long, the eerie purple hue cast off by this dismal place causing her visible discomfort. Although she could not entirely say she wasn’t curious as to what happened down here, her ‘business’ here was more punishment than sightseeing. Her loss of focus, and subsequent defeat during her previous sparring session had her ‘banished’ to the location of the source of her defeat, or so the sergeant said. In truth it was patrol, she had never minded it before, but down here the route was strictly for her humiliation. Of course, if she was humiliated, it had nothing to do with the defeat itself, and less to do with this patrol. Her eyes shifted quickly between the tattered tents and smoldering fires in this cavern, how the warlocks could stomach long stretches of time down here away from the sun was beyond her comprehension. Still, at least she could partially quench her fascination by remainly astute and absorbing all visual interactions the cleft had on offer. It was towards the bottom of the route, at the lowest point in the cleft, that her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of movement. The cleft of course connected with a tunnel that led off into the ‘chasm’, something once occupied by the malcontents of the twilight hammer. If something was moving there, it demanded investigation, and so she centered her gaze on the tunnel, her movements quickly guiding her to the mouth of the entrance. Whatever was moving was having great difficulty in doing so, the cloaked figure was stumbling over the uneven rocky terrain, attempting to use the broad face of the tunnel wall for support. She resolved that sheer will was keeping this person on their feet, she readied her axe in both hands adopting an aggressive posture as the figure came into view several feet ahead. Before she speak words of warning to the newcomer it hurled itself into the cleft, having cleared the remnants of the chasm tunnel. The figure rolled to its back, black robes marred by ash and high heat, the familiar facial features of a male orc now in plain sight. Him? How? As if to speak the question a loud she stood over the fallen frame of the orc, her voice drifting down to him coated in curiosity. “Warlock?” She didn’t receive a response, well not verbal, his facial features a combination of shock and relief before he seemed to fade from consciousness. She lowered her weapon and knelt quickly by his side, fingertips pressing to his neck to feel for a pulse. His heartbeat was faint, but consistent, and it was growing stronger. She glanced back over her shoulder for potential assistance, but the humiliating patrol demanded only her presence, and so she was alone in her guard. The other warlocks? Nowhere in sight currently, if he were to receive help, it would only come from her at the moment. She reached a hand under his hooded head and tilted him up, forcing his body into a sitting position. A hopeful glimmer of movement was seen beneath the orc’s eyes coupled with a mumbling of words as if the warlock were dreaming. “Pip’s? Different. How is she… Here?” Was the warlock in a trance? Well, as all warriors she also had a direct approach to fix these types of situations. A resounding slap across the orcs cheek echoed in the cleft as Greshka’s strong fingers and palm urged the warlock from his stupor. His eyes groggily popped open, a hand reaching up to firmly grip the wrist of his attacker. Greshka was surprised by the strength of the grip, but simply voiced her previous ‘greeting’ to see if he was now lucid. “Warlock?” His fiery gaze locked onto her own as he began to comprehend where he was, and what was happening. His fingertips released her wrist immediately, a flash of embarrassment flickering over his features as he spoke. “Yes.” Of all the things the warlock could think to say at the moment, the feeble response was all he could muster. “What were you doing in there?” her head nodded towards the chasm, a genuine curiosity filled her voice coupled with a hint of annoyance? “Oh, well, training” He sputtered, concealing the true purpose for his visit, and instantly regretting it as her eyes indicated she did not believe his response, even a little. “Training? In the chasm?” Her brows were raised now, communicating a clear, ‘are you serious?’. He resolved to change the subject, the immense strain he recently undertook audible in his groan as he tried to move to a standing position. “Well, what are you doing here?”
Her response was swift, she was quickly reverting to her previous demeanor whenever she had regarded him before. “Patrol. On your feet Warlock.” her hands moved to grip one of his arms as she tucked her smaller frame underneath her armpit and began rising to her own feet, forcing him to stand with her. Truly he was grateful for the assistance, he doubted he would reach his feet under his own power, he leaned ‘heavily’ upon her, perhaps more than necessary, if he was dreaming he would make the best of it. He did however make a conscious effort to not look at her, fearing his eyes would betray everything he was working towards. His voice instead conveyed its thanks, concentrating on keeping it neutral and steady. “Thank you.”
If Greshka provided any hint of her emotion, it was only in her voice, a warrior’s mask of discipline hiding any trace of facial expression. “Will you be training in this spot from now on?” The question clearly meant to catch the warlock off guard, perhaps indicating he was abandoning his previous training spot. He was quick himself to respond, even in his weariness. “No, but I have a lot to learn.”
“And your favored location, you were not learning there?” Of course, she was now directly referring to the location he often found himself while watching her drill sessions. He was quickly becoming a bit flustered at the direction of this conversation.
“I learned I didn’t have much to offer there.” He stood to his full height now, his gaze drifting away from hers, feeling the need for escape more so now then when at the peak of his previous climb.
“I see.” She responded. “Do you need help?” She gestured to one of the multiple tents behind her, long black braids jostling a bit at the sides of her face as she turned, as if recommending he find a location to rest.
“No, no - I can make it.” Surprisingly he was assertive here, he felt a new found power thrum within him and it was beginning to bolster his confidence. His voice became distant a moment, speaking as genuinely as he ever had before, something was different about the warlock now. “Do you ever feel as if you’re running out of time?”
She took a long pause before responding, “Yes… all the time.” Came her response, a play on words, possibly, but clearly she had her own trials she was going through, something that gave him strength to pursue his when he watched her persevere.
She moved to pick up her weapon, nodding to him that she was about to continue her patrol. He returned the nod, his gaze locking with hers for a moment, their goodbye leaving much unsaid, at least for his part. The purplish blue tint of the cleft was still a welcome beacon as he himself moved slowly to find a place to ‘figure things out’, first thing was first, he had to find Pip.