Orchid just sort of looked blankly at Brannor and the others trying to process their words. As if it wasn't already apparent, common wasn't Orchid' strongest language so he had a bit of difficulty trying to understand complicated words or sentences. A few minutes passed and eventually it clicked that no, the dragon wasn't slain, and right now everyone was attending the wounded. Simple enough. Shortly after Parum stormed passed and the all too familiar sound of vomiting was heard (Orchid was still learning what is and isn't safe to eat). He wondered if Parum had tried to eat one of the corpses, but from the sound of her muttering there was something else that was bothering her. Unlike words, Orchid was more savvy about emotions. He could practically smell it: Parum was scared. And unlike common, Orchid could quickly figure out why. Dragons were scary: not everyone has the strength to face them. Indeed, Orchid only would knowing that he could still rely on his animistic fury to give him strength when he needed it.

But that doesn't mean now was time for coward talk. Orchid understood why Parum was fearful but that didn't mean he approved. The strong will save themselves: Orchid was more than willing to fight this dragon because he was already here and the dragon would kill him regardless if he was a member of Greenest or not. But those who want to flee, or those too weak and cowardly to fight, would not have his sympathy or his help. Parum confuses him because she seemed so determined to help the people of Greenest yet fearful of facing this dragon. To the half-orc, accepting to do the former means accepting to do the latter. If she couldn't find the strength to stand up against this threat, then Orchid wasn't going to bother standing with her.

Leaving the tower Orchid looked around for his harpoons but only found one, the first one that had missed when the dragon had approached. The rope was still attached to it so he wound the rope back and slid it into place. [color=a2d39c]"Found one."[/color] Shortly after the mayor had arrived and wanted to speak to the four, plus Kyra. Orchid didn't realize she was a cleric (Or as he calls them, holy mages) and thought she was just an archer. That was good to know. Regardless the mayor wanted to see them on top of the tower where Orchid was previously. Nodding his head the half-orc berserker put his weapon and shield away onto his back, following the govenor to the top of the tower. Orchid would have attempted to scale the wall like he did previously, but his body was still feeling fatigue. While he could move his limbs and fingers easily, he could sense a certain weariness in them and would need a few minutes of rest. Perhaps a meal too. Orchid wondered when the crows would arrive.