With a beaming smile Pickles waves at the Open Sore Orc’s,
"Hello friends, how nice to see you here as we were just coming to find you. We found a couple of dead goblins back yonder," Pickles indicates to the room behind him by jerking an extended thumb over his shoulder.
"My companions and I just looked them over, you know just in case, and realised they were Open Sore’s handy work. Fine work if you ask me, but I digress. What I mean to say and may I get to the point, as I have been told I ramble on a bit and can get distracted easily. My Aunty Feijoa once stated that even an ancient Red Dragon would have trouble holding my attention, which is fun as she was crushed by a dragon when she was distracted by a gem lying on a cave floor." The Halfling pauses as though think of something.
If the Orcs go to move pass him Pickles will add.
"Sorry, the dead Goblins reminded us of a group we found hiding down the corridor this way." He says loudly for the Orcs to hear and pointing away from his group and the Goblins.
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