Scrapmouse had been snoring blissfully in her bed, until there was a loud blaring of a horn, that caused the excitable gnome to jump with a yelp and fall out of her bed. Sparky raised itself up and followed Scrapmouse out to see what the commotion was. Scrapmouse reached the outside to see that it was a bunch of orcs and half orcs. She sighed when she listened to what the orc was demanding and Ada seemed to reply with hostility. The gnome couldn't help but sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose. They were lowering the IQ of the entire courtyard!
It's a good thing Scrapmouse is part of a guild and has her own stores. She knows how to deal with customers, and considering how the half-orc said that he would talk to his god last night, it didn't take long for the artificer's brain to come up with a solution that made the orcs happy. She just hoped that the orcs would not be complete idiots.
Scrapmouse called out to the orcs, after giving a shrill whistle, "Hey! You're a little late to the party. That was yesterday. However, if you really think you can stand toe to toe against a dragon and giants, or a horde of undead, than feel free to pray to Valkur yourself and tell him you'll help us fight them! The chances of him appearing and giving you that blessing is much higher than just us calling him for you,"