Orchid had no luck finding food, and resorted to hanging outside on the battlement. There were plenty of crows and such attracted to the smell of rotting death. They must be waiting for food too. Looking up into the skies Orchid could see nothing bu the dragon flying overhead. No birds, no clouds, no stars. Just that dragon, making himself the ruler of these skies. Orchid did wonder what it was doing here. It was a green dragon, maybe, or perhaps a black dragon? Maybe a red dragon instead? Orchid remembered that the color of a dragon determined what sort of breath it had, so it must have been a red dragon. He was trying to remember because Orchid knew he was going to kill that dragon and eat it. He was [i]so[/i] hungry.

So hungry that when a crow landed nearby, Orchid reached out and killed it. He plucked the feathers from it's body and ate it raw. Appropriately barbaric perhaps, but this was just natural for him. Even back at the forest, when he hunted with the elves, for quick food they ate their meat raw. Fire was a sign of life; of danger. Of warmth and home. Of destruction and death. Looking into the village, still set ablaze, Orchid wondered what these fires would become. Would Greenest be reborn from the ashes? Or will it just remain a charred corpse?

Orchid caught and ate a few more birds before he heard Parum's voice not too far away. Wiping the blood from his mouth Orchid turned the corner to see that Parum was speaking to a fancy dressed man. Curious the half-orc approached. [color=a2d39c]"Parum? What happen? We fight more?"[/color]