Kaldis' heart was racing as he waited behind the wall, hoping to whatever god that could hear him that Orin could handle all those mobst-[i][b]"Seemed like the plan worked better than ever hahahahah!" [/b][/i] Orin's voice boomed with a hearty laugh as he approached the wall Kaldis' heart nearly jumped out of his chest from the surprise of it all as he slammed his head against the wall, clutching it for a moment while rubbing the new bruise under his hair, before rising to attention as Orin came around the wall, bashfully scratching the area next to the bruise. [b]"W-Well you were the one doing all the work...I only took out one guy...and I can't say I feel proud about beating him like I did...I wouldn't be able to live knowing someone busted my...*gulp* my privates."[/b] 

Before he could even nod and say he was ready to go, Orin was thwacked over the head by some sort of stick. Kaldis almost thought it was a mobster until he saw the not-so-friendly old man form earlier when they'd first arrived, who was also yelling at Orin for making holes in the ground. He was positively beaming when he heard that now the old man was actually thanking them this time around, though he too received a blow from the elder's walking stick, right on his forehead. Holding back slight tears in the corner of his eyes, he ran back to the wagon after saying to the old man as he walked away: [b]"I-if you want help fixing up the town, I'd be more than glad to help tomorrow!"[/b], and began fixing it for them all to leave. Feeling exceptionally tired after that whole ordeal, he clambered into the back of the wagon and damn near collapsed onto the deck of the back of the wagon, sleep taking him in only a few moments.