Khri'zhatt leapt aside, and downward, to elude the projectile the orc flung at him, but was not quite swift enough. While he was able to prevent the hook from latching upon his body, it grazed against the side of his bulging abdomen, leaving in its wake a gash seeping with a foul black ichor. The latter's scarcely endurable stench offered a positive reply to the implicit question of whether the tavern's conditions could grow any worse by this point. [color=saddlebrown]"Gr-reh! You pile of rotted weed! Do you know how long it takes for fur to grow over scars?"[/color] he hissed as he hastily scampered behind an overturned table. Curses, he could not lift one of his central legs properly. This was quite enough. He raised his misshapen head upward and let loose a horrendous, nightmarish, headache-inducing screech which somehow reverberated from the wooden walls and burst out of the demolished door in a blast of sonic offence against anything capable of hearing sounds.

A commotion was heard from the direction of the stable. Horses neighed in fear, something cried out and was abruptly interrupted by a crunching sound, then a section of the wall collapsed as a massive insectoid form unconcernedly lumbered directly through it. The towering monstrosity snapped its frighteningly large mandibles, briefly waved its feelers toward the headless corpse and gazed at its master as interrogatively as it could manage. [color=saddlebrown]"Get that one, Thrik, and you can have the elf as well!"[/color] Khri'zhatt commanded, pointing at the aggressor; whereupon the beast slowly, yet menacingly began to advance upon the latter, its claws outstretched. 

Khri'zhatt meanwhile turned toward the few patrons who had not yet fled the inn precipitously, probably being accustomed to such events. He produced from his pouch a calculatedly small handful of gems, whose glistening, however, concelaed their scarce numbers at a sufficient distance. [color=saddlebrown]"See these? They're for whomever brings me the orc in small pieces"[/color] he called out, adding [color=saddlebrown]"Smash green git and take shiny. Get it?"[/color] for the more intoxicated or naturally dim. He then began to wave about his claws sinisterly, preparing to unleash new calamities onto the head of this newfound foe of spiders.