Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Izen gets another direct hit off on Zidar, sending a broken and beaten half-orc towards Tol.

This isn't at all how tonight was supposed to end! Why are we killing these half-orcs? Are there more hiding out here in the woods? Could we be starting a war? What is going on? Tol's mind stirs into a frenzy of questions and possibilities, but when Izen shrugs off the large half-orc towards the rogue hiding in the woods, he quickly curses himself for not paying attention.

"I am sorry about all of this. This isn't how I pictured this situation ending."

Tol lets loose another arrow hoping to strike for a painless kill.

"Don't be so afraid dwarf. It was just me and my useless, coward of a brother. As for war, you need not worry, your grave is in these woods. Just close your eyes I promise i'll make it quick." Tol releases his arrow hitting Zidar right below the eye. Zidar lets out a horrifying cry of pain as the arrow sinks into Zidars' face down to its' fletching. Zidar spits a large pile of blood, "You're gonna pay for that." Zidar rushes towards Tol and slashes at him, striking him across the chest.

Zidar hears Izen from behind but before he has a chance to react Izen sends his hammer with immense speed impacting with Zidars' head, concaving it. Izen withdraws his hammer, a heavy layer of blood coats it. Zidars' body falls limply to its knees then again face down, blood spills out from the place that used to be a whole head.

"Should we bury them?" The young dwarf's eyes go from Zidar to Uruzall, "They were terrible, but still... they deserve respect. If we had died instead of them, I'd hope they would have done the same."

Between the two of you, the work goes rather quickly but still late into the night. You get both half-orcs buried and the boy wrapped. All throughout your digging, the woods are silent other than the owls, bats and other harmless creatures of the night. You both agree that these woods are probably rather safe, it was just the half-orcs using the safety of the woods to surprise unaware travelers. You both patch each other up, as best as possible and enjoy the quite night sky, the company of a friend, and surviving a rather brutal encounter as you close your eyes, chatting with each other until you both find yourselves asleep.

Tol drifts off to sleep looking forward to the dawning of a new day while trying hard to forget this very long night.

Béke, while walking down the road, you spot a small campsite in an open area of the woods. It consists of two tents and a smoldering campfire. It strikes you as odd, as it's not that far from the nearby tavern and it is pushing close to noon.

You stick to cover to a spot opposite of the camp and you feel pretty good about the cover you're in. You can see into the tents, in them you see two dwarfs, completely passed out sleeping. You also see two spots of earth, about 15 to 20 feet away from the camp, that look dug up then placed back striking a resemblance of graves. Another sight that catches your eye is a pile of cloth,
tucked against the side of one of the tents, it almost looks like the vague shape of a small body.

Béke searches for no longer than minute before finding a rock. She tosses it and it makes a dull 'poomf' sound when it hits the fabric.