Orchid had raised his shield just a second too soon, over shooting the block and allowing the raider's blade to slide across his side. All things considered a minor injury, and certainly not one that Orchid was all too concerned about. He saw Brannor's blade end the raider's life, so Orchid saw no further reason to hack the man down. That being said, Brannor gave them the odd order to bring the bodies in. Perhaps he simply meant the one? Orchid would have rather not drag around more bodies, but he suppose they could use the chance to loot their persons. Sheathing his sword and shield Orchid dragged the two armored bodies by their feet towards the door, remembering that he needed to knock thrice for entrance. Three strikes against the door, and it opened. [color=a2d39c]"Hi."[/color]

Orchid brought the bodies inside and proceeded to do the same to them as he did with all others; pillage the dead. He stripped them of their meager leather armor, took any coins, and confiscated their weapons. They wouldn't need them anymore. Looking at these weapons, it reminded him of the elves back at home. They too used curved swords, and even Orchid's own machete was of elvish design. While broader and heavier than most elven blades, it still had their signature curve. In the hands of a strong elf, they could dance with this hefty weapon. It brought a smile to his face to remember his home. He wondered if there were any smiths around here who could replicate a proper elvish sword for him.

Regardless Orchid brought the corpses inside for whatever reason. After he was done with them he walked down into the tunnel and waited for the others. They still needed to interrogate that prisoner, and Orchid knew a way to make her talk. But he'll wait for the others first to see what they wanted to do with her.

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Health: 12/14
Armor Class: 16 
Rage: 0/2
Status: Waiting in the tunnel for the rest of the others.
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