[@coolbro]"Oy mate ye didn't leave enough teef here, ye gotta put some more down." Snarf calls out to Rotjaw. 

The staff wielding Necron, points at the ork and three of his guards walk over to him one looks at him and says in the scariest, slowest robotic voice,"You. Just. Ruined. Our Lords. Order. You. Will. Pay. For. That."It places it scythe on the ork's chest.