Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

I'l keep an eye on 'im.

I'l get tha coin. You can sleep ova thar. Izen points to a third tent.

Tol holds a stern look on his face as he watches Uruzall traipse around the camp. Finally speaking up when the hall-orc walks toward the third tent.

"Who else was with the woman Uruzall?"

The rogue pokes a stick into the fire and gazes uninterested at the flames.

"A woman like that wouldn't t'have been traveling alone, especially this close to nightfall." Tol raises his gaze to stare at the half-orc, already sure that he knows the answer to his question. "She wasn't alone was she?"

"Again I'll remind you, we're not friends." Tol stares hard at the half-orc. "You're a coward."

The rogue stands expecting some sort of recourse from Uruzall. "I've known brutes like you my whole life. Strong, angry, powerful. But in the end, all the same. Cowards."

Tol begins to remove his armor and weapons, dropping them carefully on his sleeping roll. It's when he pulls off his undershirt that he stops and steps into the firelight. The dwarfs body isn't as built as others of his race, in fact, he's scrawny by comparisson to Izen, though it's not his physique that draws attention, but the scars. Tol's torsoe, chest, and back are covered in them. Some apprear long like blade marks, others might be burns, still others, magic perhaps. Tol's eyes glisten with tears, "Just like the dwarf that gave me these scars. Just like my father."

Izen grumbles to himself before looking up towards the half-ork. Ya don' get ta talk about honor, thief. Ya attack them peoples weaka than yarself. Tha orks I fought, they had honor. They fought for the glory of tha clan and to get betta lan's for they kin. They fought with all they had; to the last man, 'ery time. Ya'r a highwayman, not a warrior. In time ya may be able to prove me wrong. When dat happens, ya may have my respect, an' ya may get to talk about ya honor.

Izen stops, picks up the boy's body, and returns to camp with it. Now then, who's this?

Izen chases after, trying to catch the ork.

When Izen comes towards the camp holding the boy, Tol is already prepared to launch and attack. Knowing all along that Uruzall was a liar as much as a thief.

When the half-orc starts to flee, the dwarf quickly draws a dagger from his boot and launches himself at the running fighters legs, if nothing else than to trip him to the ground.

Izen storms forward and brings his hammer down!