[@Snarfulblast] The Freebooter stopped and pondered his options. Beat the man to a bloody pulp, or enjoy a tasty beverage... he decided there would be time for fighting later, and sat down. After all, a more dead 'ard opponent may show up later. The grog was a little more then a mouth full to the Kaptain. It had a calming affect on the violent green giant, almost as if alchemised to sooth the angry brute. 

[color=39b54a]"Where be da food, stunty!"[/color]

The ork eyed the dwarf at what can be best described as wonder... Had he found the long lost sq... no it couldnt be...

As he chugged down the second pint of grogg, a feeling of cold metal death filled the air.