Malkai dueled against the scimitar wielding orc, dodging his blows and swinging at him. His opponent did the same, dodging and weaving instead of taking it to the face like a fool. But thanks to the timely intervention of Falchion, who swooped down and clawed at the orc's eyes, Malkai was able to hack off the orc's knee and chop off his head when he fell. Aside from the scimitar and a coin purse containing a single gold piece, the orc didn't have anything of value. None of these orcs did really. He was getting ready to leave when the new member of the party wanted them to take on the rest of the tribe.

[color=00a651]"That's not our job. And we don't have time to be sidetracked. Go get your camel or catch up."[/color] These orcs were weak, no doubt. After all if a single sorcerer can take on three of them in a melee, they must be a joke. But all the more reason that Malkai had no interest in fighting or looting that tribe of orcs. Someone or something else would take care of them eventually, and Malkai wasn't going to risk health, resources, or time for side plots that would only yield meager coin and maybe a old camel or two. Without another word he put his axe away, got on his camel, and left, heading towards the desert temple they were suppose to fine before it gets covered up with sand again.