Gormarr had finished with his wine by the time Siph had arrive to collected them. Quickly disposing of the empty wine before he followed the group into the hall. Entering into the tower the orc was impressed by the display of power the tower had inside of it. He ignore the stares he was receiving from some of the other adventures as the group approach the main crystal. 

Dropping off the shard with the dwarf Gormarr jumped into the portal. Emerging on the battlefield Gormarr took a deep breath as he looked over the carnage as the dwarfs fought the Skaven. "Bloody rats," Gormarr murmurer to himself as he glared at the Skaven. The orc listen to the plan that Grendrick had. Not finding any faults in the werewolf's plan he prepared himself for the coming battle as Grendrick bounded off towards the fight. The orc could feel the the power in the howl that Grendrick in his bones causing him to shout a warcry as he hosted his ax into the air.