Huffing and darting his eyes around, Orchid was ready for more enemies to show up. But before too long things were peaceful once more, at least until they go to the next room and find something else to fight. Letting out a sharp breath from his nose Orchid calmed down, put his shield away, and went about the dirty business of moving bodies out of the way and pillaging their gear. Kobolds didn't really have much on them and frankly they were too tiny and thin to bother making hides out of, but hopefully their own personal possessions were more valuable. Weapons, armor, knickknacks, keys, whatever they had on them Orchid took. He also made sure to check the room itself, finish off any kobolds that may or may not have expired, and otherwise continue his calm and collective looting. He patched himself up with whatever clean cloth was available either from his own pack or ideally the kobold's possessions, staunching the bleeding but doing nothing to heal his wounds. His injuries were far from grievous but knowing that there's only more battles ahead, he would like some medical aid.

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HP: 20/30
AC: 16 (W/Shield)
Rage: 1/3
Status: Raging
Weapon: Machete (1d8+5 w/rage)

Perception Check = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14189]7[/url]
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