Jack moved in from the side, only to see a stand off. Interesting. An elf appeared to be mugging a couple. He smiled, as he pulled out Mr Stabby. Mr Stabby was his left-hand knife. It had belonged to an orc, who had used it to sacrifice virgins to his master. Jack, with a sense of irony, had then sacrificed the orc himself to the god. In an odd twist of fate, the orc had turned out to be a virgin, and Jack had spent the next five days with the blessing of a Dark God attracting every good cleric in a hundred miles towards his position. However, having friends in low places had it's perks.
Jack moved up towards the group, dropping all attempts at stealth. He happily sent the dagger in a spinning arc, as it l;landed in front of the elf's left foot, piercing the snow. Smiling, Jack stepped up, retrieving a second dagger from his belt, his eyes menacing. "Say, mr Elf, could you give me back my dagger? I appear to have dropped it. it is quite precious to me." Jack stood there with his expectant smile, completely confident. Defying all laws of logic, he had failed to notice the massive orc encampment.