The elven blacksmith gaped at him for a moment. Then she closed her mouth and ran past him without another word.@Verdaux@Claw2k11
The sober patrons were already parsing every word he said. If any
of them resisted, all
of them would be killed. Not a promising deal, given that half the patrons were drunk and itching for a fight. So all of them took up arms and rushed the enemy. Bottles, chairs, clubs, and swords came swinging at the two orcs.@rush99999
The rest of the family had, in fact, run out of the house entirely, and they escaped with the elven blacksmith.@Darkwatck01
"W- With my- with my grandparents." He declined to provide a name.
Gorman, meanwhile, tore a human spearfighter away from the corpse of another orc and ripped his head off with a sickening crack. When the blood shower cleared, he noticed a couple members of his warband letting their targets run away. He overheard Erjak shout a warning to the bar patrons. Gorman clenched his fist. Spirits slay him if he let those traitorous orcs get away with that.
Starting with Alarus. He gripped her by the top of her skull and grumbled, "Just what do you think you're doing?"