[@ManoftheNorth] Rairsun felt the indignity burn in his stomach as the greenskin belittled the great deal of pride he had, mocking him by insulting the food he made as nothing but garbage. This from a damned Orc? With the brain capacity of a dung beetle and with the same tastes.
Before his mouth could open for a word edgewise, something heavy and fleshy landed square on him sending him sprawling on his stomach with his face in the dirt.

Sputtering dust and growling, the fiery bearded Cragshield was up in a flash, hoisting the talkative fellow well up over the diminutive cooks shoulders. A gruff little sigh and the man was deposited bodily to the side.

With defeat clear, for the moment, Rairsun marched back the way he'd come. Sputtering dust with every step.

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[@Lucius Cypher]

Jericho largely ignored the commotion around him, content to sit and watch without a word. Observing the others was a decent way to pass the time and seeing all the strange beings armed with strange abilities yet to be shown had his heart and mind racing at the implications. His own magic was simple, a match for his combat techniques relying on heavy but precise blows. Finding weakness on your way to a crippling or even fatal blow.

From the sounds of it an expedition was brewing and Jericho meant to be a part of it.

The Orc suggested some sort of material gathering run into the wilderness, specifically pointing at Jericho but referring to him as fist a knight. Unpleased with the accurate but somehow mocking title, but not bothering to speak of it, Jericho nodded at the Orc.

"If it pleases you, I'd like to scout our surroundings during the expedition."