Orchid didn't have much to say or much to do as the others interrogation the prisoner. He stayed for the initial questioning, but once it became apparent that the others would be able to take care of questioning Orchid left. He felt that they had accomplished quite a bit so far, so now was a good time to rest as any. He wished for food but at the moment rations were being held as everyone was busy continuing their patrols. There was an occasional skirmish at the walls but nothing so large that needed to be worried. Eventually Orchid found himself sitting back at his usual spot at the keep next to the drake hide he was tanning.

Proper tanning takes at least a week with full exporsure to the sun. However Orchid used a method that could make the hide workable within hours, at the cost of quality. He doubts the hide could last more than a month, likely less if he does intend to put it on his shield. Still, he also imagined that there will be plenty of more dragons and dragonkin to fight in the near future. Orchid would by run out of raw materials, to say the least.

As the half-orc tried to make himself comfortable he pondered about his new friends. Admitidly they weren't quite the company he had thought. He figured his first adventuring party would be more... Jolly. Brannon was dour, Parum a coward, Kyra blinded by anger, and Torus old and wizened. Truthfully Orchid wished to join the orcish hordes he had heard his elders speak of. They fury and power on confidential rampages must have been a sight to behold. Orchid would've loved nothing but to be part of something so great.

But, what if he was part of something right now? How many other orcish warriors could claim that they faced off against a dragon at such a young as as Orchid? Sure, the Greenest militia weren't not a mighty force. But they held off against these bandit hordes and their dragons. Surely that speaks something about their skill in battle. Orchid couldn't really find it within himself to feel attached to these people of Greenest, but he could respect their resolve. 

Yawning, Orchid could feel fatigue creep into his body. He wish he could've slept on soft grass instead of cold stone, but he wasn't going to complain. Shuffling his backpack into an improvised pillow Orchid rested his eyes until the next disaster struck.