All of a sudden, the orc had emerged from his ale-induced torpor, and, bellowing some sort of uncouth war-cry against spiderkind - [color=saddlebrown][i]But Neogi are not really - ah, whatever. No one ever listens, anyway.[/i][/color] Khri'zhatt mentally checked himself - had assailed him with whatever came into his hands. Dodging the mug tossed at him with the deftness of the most tenacious of house-pests, Khri'zhatt leapt out of the orc's reach even as Stride heroically intercepted a blow which would have neatly cloven the arachnoid in half, and, having hopped for a few instants over furniture, walls and terrified bystanders, finally came to rest upon the ceiling. There he dangled upside-down at a safe distance from the orc, who seemed to have recovered what little sense he had, and twisted his neck at a hideous angle in order to maintain a view of the scene which did not induce unbearable headaches.

"Oh shit I just killed the smartest guy in our group!"

[color=saddlebrown]"That might have been true had all of this happened some minutes ago"[/color] Khri'zhatt retorted from above, [color=saddlebrown]"However, now that I am part of said group, your statement is quite far from the truth. Then again, had this fellow not sacrificed his neck's integrity for the greater good which is my survival, you would have been perfectly right..."[/color] He turned his attention upon the newly arrived goblin. [color=saddlebrown]"Ah, I see our numbers recover just as fast as we are able to thin them. Perfect. I can assure you..."[/color] Here he skittered to a spot directly above the goblin, disturbingly examined him at close quarters for some moments, then swiftly withdrew to a safe distance from the table. [color=saddlebrown]"...that I did not crawl, at least this time, from a hole any deeper than that cellar. Regarding the quest, I understood we are supposed to recover some sort of artifact, but he -"[/color] here he pointed at the decapitated corpse, [color=saddlebrown]"- was the one who knew the specifics. Unless you have, among that walking scrapyard you have with yourself, some machine which can make him speak, or we can find a necromancer, I seriously doubt we shall ever get any further than this."[/color]