Bosk leapt around as if on springs and either in passing or landing could be heard the hollow crack of an Orcish skull.
Soon there were 15 Orc dead or dying an the rest fled.
Bosk walked back among the foes drawing his misericorde blade and delivering the mercy stroke to those sorely wounded.
His dark task done Bosk relights his pipe and says
[B]"I am Bosk the Ironbender so of Gowe the Rockstriker and I greet you human."[/B] he puffs his pipe quickly setting the mixture to light an filling the air around him with it's pungent fumes.
[B]"If it is to the Lonely Inn you are going come and follow for I am parched an know the way"[/B] he says with a chuckle as he heads down the trail.