The axe left the man’s hand and he turned, the grunt murmured into his back. His hatred for orcs was not one that he tried to hide. It did not matter to Oscar whether they were noble or vicious, he hated them. Whether it made him a racist, he did not know. Nor did he care. They were filthy beasts deserving of the pike. 

Rupert nudged Oscar. Oscar moved to his bags and drew out some vegetables from Ju’ra. Orange root, they were called. He handed them over to Rupert’s mouth, who ate them greedily and with a look of “Where’s the rest?” While he rummaged for more food for his companion, Oscar surveyed the scene. The dwarf was back to his feet, his pony starting to come to. Others had arrived as well: a man and a woman. The Alunei was back to her feet. A being he did not know was urging them forward. Where to, though? This crypt wasn’t something that would be easy to find. If it was abandoned, it was for good reason. 

Oscar was in the midst of turning toward Shankee when the orc approached and asked the question that was on his mind. Well then, he thought. Finally his hand wrapped around what felt like the head of a lettuce. The shape of it reminded Oscar that he never picked up the bottle of Arcane Nectar. As he handed it off to Rupert, he scanned for the bottle. When he saw it, he immediately went to it. It wasn’t broken. “Thank the nine,” Oscar whispered and kissed the side of the bottle. He brought it back to Rupert and shoved it into his sack. 

People were still getting to their feet so Oscar just waited. His eyes went to the Alunei. For a being of a different race and probably a different species all together, she was quite attractive. Her giving nature was already playing at the swordsman’s emotions. He would have to keep an eye out for her. Given his past, he would certainly need her abilities at one point or another. Her side was bleeding into the wrap he made for her earlier. What more could he do though? Oscar’s thoughts lingered on trying to help the woman more, but soon drifted to the woman she was helping and her companion. Where was the goblin? His mind was like a raccoon in a world of shiny objects. His eyes scanned for the little fellow.