Orchid nodded his head. He suppose the mayor was right that the caravan might be too far out and too big to get through as easily as they did. Orchid only hoped that they managed to stay alive. He was also curious about what a "castellan" was, but Orchid guessed (And hoped) that it was a fancy human word for cook. Orchid was ready to leave when a stranger arrived. A big man, just as big as Brannor, who wanted to help fight. Orchid had no problems with this; the more the merrier. Ideally they could even get all the warriors here in this keep and attack all their enemies at once, but Orchid had doubts about how possible that'd be. [color=a2d39c]"Hi! Orchid my name. You fight with us? That good."[/color]

Nodding his head the half-orc's stomach growled. He was starting to get hungry again, and the raw bird he ate just wasn't fulfilling. But if the cook was still cooking, then Orchid supposed that all he could do is wait as well. [color=a2d39c]"Orchid wait at big door, near big fire."[/color] Wandering off Orchid went back to the gates seeking that bonfire he vaguely remembered some of the guards make. Or maybe it was a torch that, in his pained and hungered stupor, Orchid thought was much bigger than it was.