After seeing that Brannor was okay, Orchid went about helping the keep and it's people. Though still rather sluggish, Orchid volunteered to escort villagers back to their homes and ensure their safety. Orchid didn't find any hostiles, at least none who weren't already dead. Orchid also helped with the rather messy business of moving the bodies, often at the behest of the grieving people. Orchid solemnly did what he was told, knowing that he himself didn't particularly understand or care for funeral rites. Having grown up among the elves, the closest thing to a funeral he's ever been to was disposing the body in such a way that it would not spread disease or illness. Granted, it was mostly the elders and the druids who actually participated in the ritual of it. Orchid simply moved the bodies, much as he was doing now.

And while the half-orc wasn't what you'd call a contemplative man, as he worked he wondered what he should do next. He could not simply ignore the threat that now looms ahead. This was no mere incident that could be ignored by moving. No, if the dragon queen was to awaken, Orchid wanted to be there to see for himself. And ideally, stop her. Taking a moment's rest Orchid looked down at his equipment. A machete given to him by his people. An axe he stole from a merchant. A knife he found in the forest. A shield he put together with wood and hide. The tools of his trade, and a loincloth to preserve modesty in civilization. Some would call Orchid a brute, cocky, foolish. He wouldn't disagree with them. But he also knew that what he had wouldn't be enough to fight an entire cult. He was willing to fight and die for any cause worthy, but he wasn't going to throw himself on his enemy's blade just for the sake of it. No, if he was to fight evil, he'll need to upgrade.

[color=a2d39c]"Maybe Keep have weapons and armor."[/color]

The orc mused to himself. He remembered how quickly the soldiers armed Brannor for his fateful duel against the half-dragon. Orchid wondered if they'd be so kind as to give the barbarian a suitable set of armament. After assisting the villagers with what he could, the outlander decided that he ought to go ask. Orchid went to find the governor, who do doubt was busy with restoration efforts. Perhaps this was a bad time. Not that Orchid knew that, nor would he have cared. He needed weapons and armor to go fight evil. And evil waits for no man. Eventually Orchid would find the governor one way or another, and made his request bluntly and loudly. [color=a2d39c]"Orchid need weapons! And armor! To fight evil! You have, yeah? Orchid need."[/color]