Tortetarte sits up, and grumbles at this wonderful streak of luck he is having. First he gets wrecked by some puppies, then he concusses himself (rubs the side of his head), and now a bunch of orcs...? 
Grabbing his mace and shield, Tortetarte decides it might be wise to sling on his crossbow as well...Thinks through his abilities and remembers his peers trying to teach him a more destructive spell when he was younger...yes, he'll definitely add that to his list today. 

He then walks out of the inn and looks around.