[color=a2d39c]"No fool. No food? Just nose."[/color] Orchid pointed towards his nose. This place smelled very strange to him. Like medicine and death, and the only few times Orchid smelled something like that was when passing over recent battlefields. The incense was said to help keep plague and dead spirits in place. The fact that this place smelled the same made Orchid worry a little. He looked towards Hurrik, the dwarvish person. Orchid has not met many dwarves in his lifetime; they typically don't visit the forest. Only those from the caravan and this one right here were the few dwarves Orchid had ever met in person. 

[color=a2d39c]"Orchid hungry. Orchid fight in village... Tired, hungry, hurt. Hmm... Orchid go now."[/color] Looking around the dead and dying, Orchid could guess that he wasn't the only one who was tired, hungry, and hurt. Perhaps one of the reasons he smelled food here was because it was being brought to those who were on their last legs. A meal to ease their passing, perhaps. The elves did it with their sick (Little did Orchid know the food was poisoned precisely to allow the dying to pass away painlessly), so Orchid figured they do the same here. He walked away with a slight stagger, picking up a relatively clean cloth from a shelf to wipe the blood on his head.

[@Raijinslayer]