Into the Woods

With a mixture of anger and regret Atgørvimaðr Jötnarblóð looked down upon his broken foe. He would take no trophy from this battle.
"An unworthy death. Bah. Would be that I had fought him in single combat! Such a fight would be worthy of song, for he was a mighty foe."
His displeasure turned towards those who wielded magic among his own number.
"Instead, it is soiled by magick. Hear me! I know you southerners look upon such things differently, but I am here to win glory and honor! Once I lock blades with a mighty foe do not interfere, for I am now wroth at being robbed of a fine kill."

The large man fingered one of the cuts he had suffered and looked upon his own blood.
"Bah. I would rest a moment before we press on so I might clean my wounds. Orcs are known to poison their blades with shite."

"You sure resting is okay for a mighty warrior such your highness?" asks Zagreus, bothered by the Nordic man’s comments. In the mean time he starts searching for clues in his surrounding which might be useful later, such as trails leading to orcs’ lair or any other unfamiliar marks that may be left by giants or some other danger.

With a dismissive wave Atgørvimaðr lets Zagreaus' bitter remark slide off him.
"Bah, jealous words spoken by a witch who hides behind true warriors whilst throwing foul magick from the safety offered by those who do actual battle. Waste not your vitriol on me."

Well, pardon me Atgørvimaðr for assisting. But if that is how you feel, I will respect your decision and withhold magical assistance in any way and form. Gale's sarcasm is thick. We are here to do a job for Lord Dagult Neveremember of Neverwinter. Compleating that successfully will earn you glory. But I will not allow you to waste our time for you to lick your wounds because you won't accept natures healing.
Bale turns to leave the clearing. Come, the treefolk asked us to remove the orcs from the area. We better find their camp soon, so we can get on with our accual mission.

Scar just says We came to kill the Orcs, not challenge them. Good to see all the Lessers went fast too. Seems Scar has no trouble about magical killing the lesser orcs. Obviously, he isn't interested in Atgørvimaðr need for a challenge either.

After looting, They have no rations. Their camp must be close. Let track it down and deal with it. Scar will begin tracking.

Scar might be taking the plate pending the GM approval.

Zagreus, still bothered by the big man's comments and him undervaluing everybody else's efforts, turn to Mira with an obvious anger and says "Leaving things unfinished is never wise, young lady. You never know what you left behind might come and bite you in the back. I suggest we continue on our road to clear these orcs. You can go and inform the trees, who might eventually decide to help us." He then turns to the everyone else. "Are you with me on this? Does anyone have a better suggestion?"

We agree to clear the orcs. Mira. That is what we will do. Scar goes back to tracking.

As the trackers return to the trail, and Gale has filled his bag of holding with relevant gear, he turns to Mira.
Our task is to get the Giants out of the area. This is not forgotten. This little deture will secure us allies in the treefolk. They can provide us with valuable assistance like information and brute force if the giants will not leave of their own free will.

Agreed, the tactical advantage of having your surroundings helping you, or at least not hindering you actively, is a boon we would be fools to ignore. Sunosha says, ignoring Atgørvimaðr's reaction. It's one she's used to after several campaigns. It's always "foul witch" this and "evil magic" that until it pulls their butt out of a frying pan. Not going to stop me doing my job. she thinks to herself with a steeled resolve.

Atgørvimaðr had found a place to sit so he might study his wounds. He followed the conversation but ignored those who disparaged him.
"What makes you think the trees will help us? They made no such promise. They only want us to do their dirty work for us and if they cannot fell some orcs, they certainly will be of no aid against giants."
It was clear the large man of the North thought only in ways of direct battle, quite unsurprisingly..

"Though my opinion was not asked for, it is better to make allies than to secure enemies. I think that we should finish what we have started before moving on to the giants."