Irrak raised his shield when the wizard and the knight turned towards him, seemingly ready to fight. If these two wanted to fight, then they picked the worst target one could at the time, even two on one, he still figured he had a fairly good chance of winning, at least if he took out the wizard before he could cast any dangerous spells first, then he'd be able to focus on the knight.

However, his plans were all for naught as both of them stood down upon seeing who he was. The wizard even started speaking to him, about his amazement that a gnoll had joined this crusade of his and how all the monsters they would meet would regret facing him. Irrak assumed that these words were meant to flatter him, but it did not affect him at all, he did not fight for praise or for glory, like humans did, he fought for the safety of his tribe, as long as they were safe, he did not care for anything else.

"My name is Irrak the Protector, though from what I heard, your kin call me Irrak the Savage." he said to the wizard in a slightly annoyed tone, he had agreed to work with humans, but it did not mean he had to enjoy it. "And I fight solely for the safety of my own tribe, to me, nothing else matters, but that, you'd best remember that!" And with those words, he followed the wizard and the knight inside the tavern, ignoring the dead bodies completely before sitting on one of the chairs and awaiting the announcement of the wizard.

However, as he waited, he saw more and more people arriving towards the tavern. A lot of people had answered this wizard's call it seemed, however, as the distinct scent of an elf entered his nostrils, he could not help but let out a low growl, elves thought themselves superior to all, or at least the elves he had met and killed did so truly and most of them feigned amazement at his own capability to talk, considering gnolls nothing more than beasts capable of walking upright. He looked at the elf for a few moments before turning his sights away, he would have to restrain himself a lot not to attack this one, even more so than other humans.

"Gnolls have great constitution, wizard, drinking that would be akin to drinking hot water and I do not enjoy drinking hot water despite what some of you think of my race." And with that, Irrak spoke no more and simply looked at all the arrivals within the tavern, eleven people other than himself had arrived to accomplish this mission, he was not sure if this many people were enough to do mission, but he would have to hope that spirits chose the right people for this mission, or his tribe would be doomed.

Then, upon everyone arriving and everything set, the wizard introduced himself as Mulad and started speaking. Irrak would often times not even bother with the words of other humans, but this one knew how to defeat the demon armies, the dragon and the Mad King, he would force himself to listen even if he did not want to. However, as the speech went one, he caught on a few words "[b]...and with it we stand a chance of ending this blight on our world...[/b]" and furrowed his brows under his helmet and waited for the wizard to finish speaking before letting out his own thoughts speak.

"You said that we would stand a chance to end this blight, so you mean, even with this staff, we would still be capable of losing?" he asked the wizard, staring at him intently, however, before he could receive his answer, the dead bodies started to twitch and rise on their feet... someone was reviving the dead. "You humans have no respect even for your dead..." he snarled as the dead bodies rose from the ground one by one.

He had felt the scent of more than a hundred people in this town, if they all were raised, then it would be 12 people against several hundred undead, plus the cultists who had raised the, these were not good odds for them and while he would normally enjoy a fight with odds like these, these were people who had already died, they would offer Irrak no pleasure upon their second deaths, they had to kill the cultists to stop this tide of undead. And so he did, he sniffed the air for a bit, to feel where these cultists were so that he knew to kill them first.

As soon as he had felt their scents, he started charging through the undead, decapitating one with axe with ease and smashing another in a wall with so much force that it's head had burst open like a overripe fruit. As soon as he got outside and noticed the cultists, he raised his shield in front of him, allowing only his eyes above the protection of the shield and charged straight towards the closest cultist, trampling down several walking corpses that were in the way and heading straight towards one of the men who had desecrated these people so.