As everyone gathered near the washed up body, Raugar would get the best look at the woman. And she was not an elf; quite the opposite. She was an [url=https://i.imgur.com/fcs3mps.jpg]orc[/url]. She was immediately awoken by the prodding from the staff, electing an annoyed groan. [color=00a651]"Grrr... Pokes me again... Tear it off..."[/color] Though she says this with an air of menace, she struggles to stand. She tries, but blood seeps from her side. It appears that she was wounded, and now that she was starting to move the wounds opened up. She struggles to even turn and see the others, and the best she can do is just give them all a hostile glare. [color=00a651]"Bastards... You're better off killing me now. If you're expecting me to cry for mercy, to beg for my life, I'd sooner let the trogs eat us all!"[/color] She seems to expect the group to try and harm her in her weakened state. it was easy to tell that where she able, she would already be fighting them, but her injuries seem to prevent her from doing much more than growling and threatening.