Orchid was quiet as he cut up these corpses, contemplating their next course. Normally a man of action, but fools don't last long, and Orchid knew this much. They were being watched, like prey. Not only that, but they still haven't fulfilled their mission, whatever that was. Orchid wanted to find a way to save Brannor first and foremost. After that, they'll save whoever else they could when they could. Soon Orchid gathered all the offal and remains; hooves, guts, and other disgusting parts that even Orchid would be loathed to consume. They had quite a pile since they were experienced butchers, and Orchid figured that if they weren't going to stuff this stuff into sausage, they were going to toss it out. Which gave Orchid an idea.

He gathered up the parts into a sack to be disposed of. But among the remains he had left a sizable bone, cracked in half. On it's own it didn't seem like much, but Orchid knew that it could easily be used akin to a dagger to slay an enemy, or cut a bond. Such as those keeping Brannor tied. He left the sack aside among with other backs of refuse, marking them with a bit of blood and different shapes. One had a square, another a circle, and the last a triangle. The triangle had the bone knife that he'd try to get to Brannor. Patting the soreness out of his back Orchid looked to Torus and the other butcher. [color=a2d39c]"Orchid gunna find slave. Make em throw bad meats."[/color] Orchid left the mess hall to head to the slave pens, seeking out Brannor. If or when he'd find him, Orchid would call out to him. [color=a2d39c]"You prisoner! Orchid have work for you. You want live you do what Orchid say, got it?"[/color]

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]