text: The Imperials try to hold out, managing to down a few orcs, but, in the end, they are overwhelmed.  You stand, stabbing an Imperial with one of their own spears repeatedly.  His friend, clutching an injury, swipes his blade at you.  You step back to dodge and ram the spear into his throat.  Gurgling as he goes down he swings once more; his blade scratches your hand but not too deep.
  
  
  Twisting and pulling the spear, you yank it from his corpse.  You run forward, seeing the orcs beating down a group of Imperials.  The last few men seem terrified, and one not older than seventeen trembles.  If you could hear over the sound of the fighting, you would be able to hear his knees causing his hauberk to clink together. 
  
  
  Before you can reach them, the rest of the orcs have stabbed and battered them into oblivion.  Some orcs ride into the forest to find the fleeing soldiers.
  
  
  You pant, watching the massacre taking place all around.  Wounded men cry out, and some lay there dying quietly. 
  
  
  An orc approaches you, the frenzy of blood-shed just starting to wear off. 
  
  
  "What shall we do with the wounded?" he asks.
  
  
  You sit there and think for a moment.  Orcs have never really taken prisoners, and you don't have the supplies to care for their wounded.  You are worried about having enough medical supplies for your own as it is. 
  
  
  Although it might help to take some of them ransom, there is not too much that you would need, so maybe just leaving them to die would be better. 
  > You take them prisoner
  "Take them as prisoners," you shout.  "We will take them as ransom."
  
  
  You divide your orcs, some of them gathering wounded orcs to aid them with their injuries.  The rest gather up the wounded Imperials worth saving.  Some are too wounded, so are either put out of their misery or left to die.
  
  
  You grab a dying Imperial soldier, the young human sort of whimpers.  He must believe you are going to kill him, but his eyes widen in surprise as you clamp his wound.  You lift him up and carry him to some of the tents erected for the wounded.  There are many more orcs in here than humans, as most are focusing on the orcs, who they find more worth saving. 
  
  
  The soldier winces and grunts as you pour alcohol into his wound.  Alcohol and blood running from the gash in his side.  He groans in pain as you sew his wounds, then when it seems he is set, you tie his hands and place him under the guard of some other orcs.
  
  
  You go, helping orc and human alike.  In the group, you are surprised to see Grolik eagerly helping a human. 
  
  
  Strangely, he seems compassionate towards the wounded fellow as he wholeheartedly stitches his wounds up.  You are surprised to see this trait from an orc such as Grolik.  After witnessing him brutally butcher and maim countless enemies, it comes as a bit of a shock that he is not looting or scalping the helpless foes.
  
  
  While aiding enemy soldiers does not come naturally to you, surely Gigalak would smile upon saving lives as opposed to wanton destruction of life, something only the grimmest of souls would take satisfaction with. 