Rala stared daggers at the orc as he regaled them with his story, but she kept her quiet until he revealed his position on the witch. In her eyes he was on her side, he didn't see the folly in slaying for a witch's reward. Whether he was too dumb to understand, too bloodthirsty to care, or truly evil to the core had yet to be determined. Rala didn't like his tone though, so her eyes skimmed over the crowd. She spotted another orc, perhaps an ally of his. As worry swarmed the warrior she began checking her exits and was shocked to see a warrior enter the room, a warrior who seemed to have a reputation. 

Her precarious stance on the orc switched quickly as he spoke her words before she could even part her lips. To add emphasis to his words, she stabbed her dagger into the table with a loud thud.
"Damn right! the only way he's getting my seat is if I shove it up his ass" She growled out.
"who is this punk, anyway?"