My magic may be incapacitated, but if I can get my mouth free, I'll be able to try to talk our way out of this.
It sounds like a good plan, but executing it will be tough. The apparent leader is already out of earshot and Gorf is busy getting a pole so your best bet appears to be the one back at the campfire. You start to wiggle about, grunting into your shirt that gagged you. "Hmph! Hmph!" He doesn't turn towards you so you decide to hop closer, which you do. Unfortunately...
...you feel yourself being flipped over, landing on your back with a muffled grunts, feeling a bit of pain on your bare back. "Gorbag! Why weren't you keeping an eye on this one?!" Gort yells.
"Didn't think he could do much, all trussed up like that!" retorts Gorbag. Grumbling angrily, Gort just sets down the pole and unbinds your hands only to tie them to the pole. Then he picked up the pole, with you tied to it, and used it to bridge the gap between two trees.
You seize the opportunity to get his attention. "Geh thss off mm! M, hfff smmtmm t sss!" You mumble while struggling, thrusting your abdomen in and out.
"Cease and desist!" snaps Gort. He pulls out his flint knife and levels it at your midriff. "Or I'll do worse than tickle you!" You obey, but this doesn't stop him from moving the flint knife to you, forcing you to suck in your belly to avoid a painful sting.
When he let's up, and you let your belly out, you notice some shapes in the distance getting closer and closer.
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