Flicker had been waiting to see what their party would say or do before doing anything, when a patron from one of the other tables - another orc, interestingly enough - stood up at confronted the boy. The flames forming around Flicker's head died down as their hair returned to normal, their anger Gorgash temporarily forgotten as they were faced with a more immediate problem. [color=f7941d]"Okay, we are not doing this,"[/color] they muttered. They held up their hand towards the new orc as if motioning them to halt. [color=f7941d]"Can you not start anything, please? This is ridiculous and not worth having an actual fight over."[/color]