Orchid had just finished skinning the dragon of its scales, leaving behind a flayed corpse. The hide was scaled and stiff even now, so he'll need somewhere safe to store it if he wants to tan it later. Couldn't even roll it up. He mostly ignored the dwarf who seemed disgusted by his trade, knowing that they were in no danger now and gathering loot for their next encounter would be most important. 

When Parum asked for some help Orchid walked over and held the door pieces in place for her. [color=a2d39c]"We should attack. We stay, we be attacked. If we attack, they defend. Fort strong, and we strong. Hunt enemy like prey, bleed them dry."[/color] The half-orc spoke loudly for the others to hear his tactical assessment. They had no forces strong enough to go head-to-head against the horde, but using underhanded tactics and sabotage would allow them to cripple their forces. Burn their food, poison the water, spread illness. Or simply killing them in small groups at a time. It's how the elves waged wars.