Bosk Ironbender trudged towards the Lonely Inn puffing on a mixture of odd mosses and a few other things such as mushrooms and herbs. Drifting around him like a halo the smoke from said pipe aside from mellowing the smoker drove off any annoying insects 
He'd come this way these past three years since he'd stumbled across it while evade pursuit by a particularly persistent group of mercs that resented his bashing in their leaders skull. He had honestly thought he'd lost his enemy when entered the Inn an sat down for a brew that still brought him back.
Six of the mercs had entered the Inn ready for battle knowing he was inside when the Lady of the Inn ordered them all to take it outside or suffer her wrath. The mercs chose to ignore the Lady and began attacking her as well as Bosk 
What happened next still brought a smile to his lips as he remembered it. The Lady of the Inn turned out to be a frightening caster of magic and well prepared to fight off an army if she'd have needed to. In short order the mercs were dead an Bosk thought his troubles over but he'd not reckoned with the Lady's laws. 
She questioned him her eyes holding no sympathy and a baleful as a Dragoness leaving him no room to attempt to lie to her. Once she was satisfied that he'd brought trouble across her threshold without his knowledge that he was doing so she'd relaxed then proved the most accommodating of hostesses.
Since that time Bosk had dropped in to sample the Lady's brews and to resupply his need for reliable potions
He turned a bend in the trail still puffing on his pipe when he found himself face to face with four Orc who seemed as surprised as he.
[B]"Hello chaps, headed to the Inn for a drink?"[/B] Bosk asked trying to be polite
The four vile creatures gave proof that they held only malice in their hearts when the screamed an then charged Bosk.
His Warhammer was a blur as her rang the bell of the lead Orc twice just before he leapt up to the low branches of a nearby tree.
Bosk from his new perch discovered how fortunate his move had been when a war band of sixteen more Orcs appeared
[B]"Dam your stinking hides for delaying me[/B] growled Bosk as he let his hammer fly.
A few of his new friends an playmates had bows which they fired and aimed poorly but meant that Bosk had to stay moving or be struck.
He caught his hammer as it returned like a faithful dog after dealing a blow to one of his foes.
It was now a battle of mobility and desperation for Bosk was sorely out numbered and this caused him to sing his warsong to Clagderon god of war.