Hawk knew of Zephyr's thirst for blood, he himself had such urges when it came to hunting. The sweet iron smell of crimson boar blood as it spilled over his arrow head never failed to make him grin, but the contract was for the Orc leader [i]alive [/i]if they want anymore than a 1/4 of what was promised - so such instinctual feelings may not serve them well at such times.

"Remember the two corrupt dwarf guards last Barkspring? Lets tackle this as we did then shall we." Taking himself up out of his seat, Hawks smile beamed as he moved the chair back under the table and walked slowly past Zephyr, laying his hand on his neat shoulder Hawk looked at his friend and took immense pleasure as he saw a small tinge of realization wash over his face. One brief surge from Hawks arm later -  he pushed Zephyr from his chair as he walked toward the bar.

Spinning dramatically with his arms out stretched Hawk exclaimed at this strangers unfortunate accident "Oh my Sir, I am sorry, here lemme 'elp you up shall I" Hawks words were slurred and fell from his mouth as a drunkards do. Reaching down he gripped Zephyrs collar and elbow in either arm and pulled him to his steady feet.

"I will get you drunk - Drink! From this here good Barmen...person" Hawk proceeded to hiccup and stumbled the full 2 yards up to the bar for what seemed like a few minutes. Throwing himself onto a stool, he whistled half halfheartedly for the Barmens attention. All the while his knife had cut the sack from the Orcs waist, leaving it nicely snug beneath him on the stool upon which he sat.

"Oh and erm, w-where is my foood? I am porsitve I ordered some fod" Hawk gave the Orcs a nod, and let his friend do the rest.