Hurrik, having just managed to keep a man from bleeding out from a rather savage-looking bite mark on his wrist, was currently taking a moment to rest again, drinking from his waterskin and overall wondering how long he'd be stuck down here playing nurse while the ruler of this place decided on what to do about the real problem. All he felt like he was doing down here was prolonging the inevitable or making the passage as painless as possible, but more than anything, he felt like he was simply keeping himself busy so he didn't have to much time to ponder on how much worse this situation could get.

His pondering was cut short, however, by a rather strange proclamation that cut through the clamor of the dead and dying.

[color=a2d39c]"Hooo. Many dead. Where food?"[/color]

Looking towards the direction of the voice, he saw it to be one of those that had brought the group of villagers in. Apparently, whatever the guard had wanted of them was done with and they were set loose upon the keep, and this big lug had come into the Infirmary looking for food, of all things. Hurrik let out a harsh chuckle of amusement, looking towards the Half-orc for a moment, before getting up and walking over.

[color=Green]"Ain't no food here . . . none for those not on the edge of death, that is."[/color] Hurrik would state plainly, if gravelly as his throat seemed to fight against letting him speak a word, and was going to end it there when a thought entered his head that he felt a need to answer. [color=Green]"Whose the fool who . *cough* . *cough* . who told you that there would be food down here anyway/[/color]

[@Lucius Cypher]